Jim almost said he hoped Spock's hand had fallen off he had needed to use it so much. Then again, Nyota probably had already forgiven him. "Probably like nothing at all after pon farr." His voice was a little flat. At least Bones had talked to Spock at the dinner with Sybok after the theater. Jim.. just hadn't been ready to acknowledge him yet.
Jim pulled on the golden command shirt, looking in the mirror above the dresser. "...Wish I had thought about getting my hair cut." He looked a bit scruffy in that department. He slid his thumb along his jaw. At least he didn't need to shave. Thank fuck for supressors. "Just about time for that..." He murmured aloud. Every three months - supressors and the male version of birth control. Easy enough, specially with Bones around.
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Date: 2010-05-15 10:26 pm (UTC)Jim pulled on the golden command shirt, looking in the mirror above the dresser. "...Wish I had thought about getting my hair cut." He looked a bit scruffy in that department. He slid his thumb along his jaw. At least he didn't need to shave. Thank fuck for supressors. "Just about time for that..." He murmured aloud. Every three months - supressors and the male version of birth control. Easy enough, specially with Bones around.