.024 - he is subtle. I swear it

[captain_jtkirk]

[Filtered to Chekov]

Chekov. Ensign. Dear one from Russia.

I want you to be really honest with me.

Do you hate me?

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[thetroublewithv.livejournal.com]

[Chekov walks into the gym, feeling a bit awkward in his running gear but smiling. He trots right over to Kirk, as soon as he'd spotted him, and waves, waiting quietly outside the realm of the punching bag.]

You are ready?

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[Kirk throws a couple more punches at the bag before he turns to face the ensign, practically beaming at him.]

"You betcha."

[He steps away from the bag, undoing the wrapping on one of his hands.]

"You got any combat training besides the basics?"

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[thetroublewithv.livejournal.com]

[Chekov shakes his head, blinking]

No, I did not have time in the Academy, and aside from helping Sulu sometimes?

[He smiles widely and shrugs.]

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

"You know, that's terrible for an officer aboard my ship."

[Kirk rewraps his hand and gestures at the ensign.]

"Come on. You should at least know how to throw a punch."