(travis might cut it in his new life as a caitian. kirk has to press his lips together at the growl to prevent himself from laughing and spooking the bug at the thought, placing his elbows on his knees to prepare for its slow, swaggering approach.
the lightsaber is coming in handy after all. go figure.)
I haven't the faintest idea, I find it... repellent. (had to pause so he didn't say "yucky" aloud.) Lure it a bit closer and I think I can throw my shirt on top of it. After I've done so, if you could assist me in holding the thing down I'd appreciate it.
The worst thing it could do is slip out of our hold and touch one of us.
(could you imagine if it was a lizard? ugh god, disgusting!!!)
Roger, Captain. I don't want those tentacles near me, man, you better make it quick!
[The ears atop Travis' head prick up, twisting back slightly. In a weird way, all of this has him sort of nostalgic-- it's been a long time since he was broke as fuck, gathering up scorpions in the brush for some quick cash. He draws the weapon closer to his body so the moth'll follow it and come even closer to the two of them.]
Just a little more...
[It's less than a foot away now, and oh fuck it looks even nastier this close up. Travis casts Kirk a sideways glance, as if to say: you're up, Jim.]
(and quick he is, lying in wait until the critical moment when the bug sashays into the light so near to their footwear. incited by how absolutely vile it looks with the tiny, wiry hairs sprouting from its dongles, kirk sucks in a stabilizing breath and pounces.
all of it's undignified. the shirt traps the bug on two sides to prevent any squishing, kirk's face pinching in comical disgust. that doesn't stop him from shaking into a fit of low laughter, sick to death of this entire blasted affair.)
Good lord, it's strong! (trying not to get shown up by a gnarly insect, he holds on for dear life.) Right– grab the other ends, and we'll bundle this thing up!
[Kirk looks completely revolted, desperately pinning down a small thrashing tent of evil insect. It's so absurd. Travis can't help it when the grimace on his face twists into a grin-- a bemused one, but a grin nonetheless.]
Not today, you little bastard!
[Travis is all too quick to follow suit. With catlike (ha, ha) agility he swipes up the remaining ends of Kirk's moth-filled shirt, bundling it up into a gross little package.]
Hey-- [finally, he dissolves, laughing freely.] --hey, we got it!
(travis, hunting partner and bug trapping extraordinaire, swoops in to save the day, and kirk gets the ends tied with little to no struggle. it calls for a celebratory clap on the shoulder, way too proud of their stupid accomplishment.
you gotta' appreciate the little things in life.)
Travis, I've been after that thing for the better part of the night; you caught it in just a few minutes. I can't thank you enough. (reaching forwrd to grasp his hand for a FIRM, MANLY SHAKE.) You have to split the commission with me, and I won't take "no" for an answer.
To you, maybe. I'd have been out here all night without an energy weapon like that. God help me, I might've tried to stun it. (with his phaser, which would have killed it instantly.
spock would've been so disappointed in him.)
Most of the requests have been rather straightforward. Paint this, fix that, play the part of courier... it hasn't been very stimulating, but we have more expenses than I anticipated. Have you sought out gainful employment somewhere?
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Hey, what matters is that you made it over here and this guy [gesturing at the thrashing buggy bundle...] is still in one piece.
It's the same for me on work, though. I haven't been able to land a permanent gig, and the blog's not really something that gets me more than a few currents every once in a while. But I'm kinda used to working odd jobs during lean times like this.
Should we take this guy back to its owner?
and they lived happily ever after with their creepy, horny bug son
We'll have to keep one another in mind, then, as we search for more work in the future. In the meantime, I agree; this bug is... somehow sorely missed. (if he receives any odd jobs travis can help with, you bet your striped ass he'll come calling.
with their evening coming to a close, kirk holds up the bug-filled shirt, ignores the odd, smelly liquid trying to drip from the bottom of the fabric, and reaches out to place a hand between travis' shoulder blades. a common gesture of affection from him, indicating an intent to leave.)
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the lightsaber is coming in handy after all. go figure.)
I haven't the faintest idea, I find it... repellent. (had to pause so he didn't say "yucky" aloud.) Lure it a bit closer and I think I can throw my shirt on top of it. After I've done so, if you could assist me in holding the thing down I'd appreciate it.
The worst thing it could do is slip out of our hold and touch one of us.
(could you imagine if it was a lizard? ugh god, disgusting!!!)
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[The ears atop Travis' head prick up, twisting back slightly. In a weird way, all of this has him sort of nostalgic-- it's been a long time since he was broke as fuck, gathering up scorpions in the brush for some quick cash. He draws the weapon closer to his body so the moth'll follow it and come even closer to the two of them.]
Just a little more...
[It's less than a foot away now, and oh fuck it looks even nastier this close up. Travis casts Kirk a sideways glance, as if to say: you're up, Jim.]
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all of it's undignified. the shirt traps the bug on two sides to prevent any squishing, kirk's face pinching in comical disgust. that doesn't stop him from shaking into a fit of low laughter, sick to death of this entire blasted affair.)
Good lord, it's strong! (trying not to get shown up by a gnarly insect, he holds on for dear life.) Right– grab the other ends, and we'll bundle this thing up!
is spock the bug in this scenario
Not today, you little bastard!
[Travis is all too quick to follow suit. With catlike (ha, ha) agility he swipes up the remaining ends of Kirk's moth-filled shirt, bundling it up into a gross little package.]
Hey-- [finally, he dissolves, laughing freely.] --hey, we got it!
yes, i'm so glad you caught that
you gotta' appreciate the little things in life.)
Travis, I've been after that thing for the better part of the night; you caught it in just a few minutes. I can't thank you enough. (reaching forwrd to grasp his hand for a FIRM, MANLY SHAKE.) You have to split the commission with me, and I won't take "no" for an answer.
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C'mon, it was nothing, but... [free money!] if you insist.
So you've been taking odd jobs around here, huh. Not all of 'em are bug catching, I hope?
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spock would've been so disappointed in him.)
Most of the requests have been rather straightforward. Paint this, fix that, play the part of courier... it hasn't been very stimulating, but we have more expenses than I anticipated. Have you sought out gainful employment somewhere?
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It's the same for me on work, though. I haven't been able to land a permanent gig, and the blog's not really something that gets me more than a few currents every once in a while. But I'm kinda used to working odd jobs during lean times like this.
Should we take this guy back to its owner?
and they lived happily ever after with their creepy, horny bug son
with their evening coming to a close, kirk holds up the bug-filled shirt, ignores the odd, smelly liquid trying to drip from the bottom of the fabric, and reaches out to place a hand between travis' shoulder blades. a common gesture of affection from him, indicating an intent to leave.)
Let's go collect.
($$$$$$$)