[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?
Edited (omg i'm so tired i'm sorry) 2021-04-10 03:44 (UTC)
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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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.
($$$$$$$)