In a Future 300 Years From Now

Spock is a compulsive neat freak and this is totally normal to Jim. Jim opens a beer and Spock is just waiting with his hand out for the cap to throw in the trash.

Jim barely gets his clothes off before Spock is ushering it into a hamper.

Spock meticulously cleans everything as he goes when something is being cooked. I’m talking every time a bit of oil flicks out of the pan he will waste ALL the paper towels in futility instead of waiting till the end for the big clean and Jim gave up trying to reason this long ago. 

Spock likes organizing other people’s stuff. 

*Spock and Jim at McCoy’s quarters* Jim: Where is Spock? McCoy: He’s been in the bathroom for a long time, do you think he’s sick? *Knock knock knock* McCoy: Spock, are you OK in there? Jim: *Goes in because personal space does not exist and the both of them find Spock red-handed with yellow rubber gloves scrubbing McCoy’s bathtub/toilet*

McCoy: GOD DAMMIT SPOCK WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT CLEANING MY HOUSE. I KNEW IT. And you organized my bookshelf alphabetically again DIDN’T YOU–

Spock: I shall not cease until my task is completed. 

Jim: Sweetie, we’ve talked about this … not in someone else’s space.