James T. Kirk (
captain_jtkirk) wrote2012-02-13 03:40 pm
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.062 - spam for shego
[Around the time that Kirk usually barges over into Shego's apartment to pester her for the evening, there is the same kind of knock but when she opens the door she won't find him. She will see Aristotle there. With a note attached to his collar. It's a limerick about Shego's hair. Because... that's romance?]
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"James. Your dog's started writing terrible poetry, you might wanna deal with that."
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"Really? I figured he wrote good, moving poetry." How were you not moved by that great limerick?
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"Um. If you want?"
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"Unless you're busy with your début anthology or something."
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"I mean... no. I'm not. You can come in." And he awkwardly shuffles back to let her and the dog in.
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"Your Inmate knows about us. By the way. I told him he was totally misinterpreting but he knows. So. Thanks for that."
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"No. I only told him that you used to be my Inmate. I haven't... said anything to anyone. I promise."
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"Did you expect me to?
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"Flowers are kind of hard to come by," he pointed out, as more of a mumble than full of his usual sass.
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"...unless you have an absolutely fantastic reason for me not to? I'm leaving."
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Jim nodded slightly and stared at the ground. "Oh... okay. JustthoughtIwouldask."