captain_jtkirk | .042 - short and simple

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.042 - short and simple

I'm back.

The Barge is still standing, it seems like. That's... nice.

So. How's everyone been? Still in one piece? Shego? Anyone new? Hello. I'm Captain James Kirk. I was here... a while ago.

[ooc; If you know Kirk reeeeeeeally really well, you might notice that he sounds kind of wheezy. It's not Enterprise if Kirk doesn't get injured at some point. And you really don't need both of your lungs, if you think about it. He's been gone for 4 months on his end so he really has no idea how long it's been here.]

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[Oh my god yay you're back and no Grayson related amnesia, best day ever. c:] Hey. Welcome back.

[Maybe a little Grayson amnesia but shhh] Thanks.

How long has it been?

About a month. I think someone's missed you. [Meaning the happily wagging his tail fuzzy creature right here who missed his real person.]

Huh. [Only a month, what is this witchcraft.]

Was it Tim? I bet he cried every day.

Terribly. [Bark bark, Aristotle wants to say hi too. Dick might have to turn on the video feed.]

You get a dog while I was gone?

... No?

[Okay, camera is going on, and you are getting a shot of your dog.] I was dog sitting for you. You don't remember Aristotle?

[Whoops]

Right. Of course I remember him.

You're sure? [And the camera is on Dick now, who looks sort of exhausted but functioning and not dead so. Things aren't too bad.]

[You have no right to lecture me about my broken lung now] I got custody of him because McCoy left.

[Broken lungs > not sleeping, Jim. :|] If you say so.

You want me to bring him down?

[NOT TRUE. My lung is nearly healed :c]

Yeah, that'd be good.

Sounds good.

[And Dick is gathering all of Aristotle's things and heading down to Jim's room with him. Door chime, go!]

[So Kirk takes like a minute longer to answer the door. Maybe he's walking a little slower than usual, no big. And if he winces when Aristotle jumps on him? You saw nothing :|]

"I hope he wasn't too much trouble?"

[What did you do to yourself, Jim? :| but omg Dick is happy to see you, brohug is going to happen, be prepared.]

"He was great. He didn't even try to eat me while I was a bird last floor."

[Nothing. I did absolutely nothing to myself. Other people might've done things]

"That's... I don't think he eats meat. You were a bird?"

"For a few days. Animal flood. Nothing too exciting." [And he is stepping inside and putting down Aristotle's stuff on the nearest available surface before turning back to Kirk with a casual shrug.]

"That happened again? That's shitty." [Kirk nudges Aristotle to get down, something of an awkward feat when he's trying to not bend over very much. But he senses an upcoming brohug, so he has to be ready.]

"It wasn't so bad." [As soon as Aristotle's out of the way to move himself back into his room, Dick walked over and hugged him, tightly, but mindful of the stiffness he's been exhibiting. Dick's got enough experience with jnjury and hiding injury and ignoring it to know that you've fucked yourself up, Jim.]

"It's really good to see you."

[It's just a scratch okay. Jim gives him as tight of a hug back that he can manage.]

"I know. I'm a ray of sunshine in your life."

[A moment or two later, he's going to pull back and give you a sort of amused look.]

"So, what did you do to yourself?"

[Who are you people, his mother? Stop fussing.]

"Nothing." [That's not a lie, see. Cause other people did it to him.] "Things just got a little intense."

"Do I get the story?"

"It's really not that good. I'm fine. I wouldn't have been able to escape McCoy's clutches if I wasn't."

"How was everything?"

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[Spam] I understood! you're catching my jetlag

[Spam] Yes :C

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