captain_jtkirk | .064 - imagine a small blonde caterpiller on his face

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.064 - imagine a small blonde caterpiller on his face

That flood doesn't change anything about Mustache March. It's still happening. Keep growing, men and the brave and noble ladies who are more manly than some of the men here. You know who you are. And you should be ashamed.

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[Kirk washed the clothes he'd borrowed from Angua before he brought them back to her. It seemed polite and he had laundry to do anyway and Aristotle needed a walk, so really, it was efficient and all that stuff. He wasn't in any way morbidly curious as to why they were a weird set of twins.

And that was a horrible lie. He'd probably end up staring at her for a while.

Jim tugged on Aristotle's leash, trying to get him to come back to his side as he knocked on Angua's door.]

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Kirk would have protested that but the fact that he'd cheated on the Kobayashi Maru because he didn't like the conditions of the test, and therefore the metaphor kind of negated that. "Yeah, you're right. I wasn't a huge fan of them before but now the affection is completely dead."

Shego - who was also wondering about the practicality of going for a swim - tossed a stone over the side of the cliff and frowned at how long it took to fall. At least the splash was audible so that was something.

"That's terrible. You should probably fire your Vulcan, get a species with a better sense of humor."

"Replacing him would be way more work than I feel like putting out," Kirk answered, looking between her and the cliff.

"How likely are you to fish me out if I break my leg on the way down?"

"If you're still alive by the time you hit the water, I'll rescue you," she said, not detailing the 'but if you die and get swept out to sea I'll just ask the Admiral to bring you round in the Infirmary' that was the alternative.

The alternative was legitimate.

"It's not that far. You coming with?"

"....yeah. Yeah, I am." She almost said 'race you' but that would definitely get at least one of them killed. There was enough of a slope to get down on foot, or almost on foot, until it became necessary to climb and she wound her way to the edge.

Someone was probably going to break something, or they'd get down there and not be able to get back up, which if he was pressed, wasn't the worst thing in the world. "I'll drag you back if you break something as well."

"I was taking that as read, a little bit." She twisted to find a foothold, making her way down onto the cliff face first; the cliff wasn't all that smooth and it was pretty easy going by her own standards.

"Then I should leave you for presuming." Kirk waited for a moment before following after her, maybe copying her foot and hand holds a little but you know, the last time they'd done something like this, he had fallen and broken an arm. So it couldn't hurt to be cautious.

"You're right. I totally deserve to be left to drag myself up a cliff with my broken limbs because I assumed you were a decent person."

She missed a foothold, slid maybe ten feet with a sickening lurch of adrenaline, then grit her teeth and punched a new handhold out of the cliff with a burst of green energy.

"Shego?" He heard her slide more than he actually saw it, even as he tried to look past his shoulder at her to see where she had stopped. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." She laughed humourlessly. "Says a lot about how bored we both are that we're even attempting this. I usually try to save my unequipped rock climbing for life-and-death situations."

Kirk laughed with her, resting his head against the rock face for a moment. "I'm rubbing off on you."

"No kidding. This time last year I might actually have been discouraging this." The last stretch down towards the thin strip of sand between rock and water was harder going, worn smoother by the tide, and she fell silent to concentrate on making her way down.

"I'm pretty sure you did and I ignored you anyway." And told people she pushed him instead of it being his own stupid fault that he got hurt.

"That time you broke your arm? Doesn't count. We didn't run the risk of breaking something and then drowning. That was civilized by comparison."

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