#egreborg

“Hey, Buddy.” Jim caught up to him and put an arm around his shoulder. “You’ve got to come to this party I’m having. It’s a surprise party for Spock, so we gotta keep it a secret.” Jim hoped he could keep secrets. 

Sometimes you saw strange things in this city. People didn’t always look like, well, people in the most traditional sense. Sometimes they had strange parts, or sometimes they were made of metal. But by far, this person would be the strangest that Priscilla had ever seen. It looked somewhat painful, to have a tube running into his face, while still having a flesh component. She could sympathize a bit, having a undergone rather radical surgery herself. Still, she’d best leave him alone.

“Does that not hurt?” 

Or she could ask, like an idiot. All the training in the world does not make the girl any less impulsive. She slapped her hands over her mouth to stop from saying anything else, but not before muttering a quick, “Sorry.”

First meeting meme        

😐 for your muse to silently judge mine

Spoons could do a staring contest because she wasn’t actually required to blink. Spoons could NOT do a staring contest because her attention span was that of a dizzy goldfish. So she blinked and smiled, a fist on her cocked hip.

Stella had only met three groups of people in her life: fellow clones, humans, and the Apostles. The person in front of her almost looked like an Apostle, but something about him didn’t fit with the aliens she’d faced. Besides, there were only seven Apostles and she’d faced them all. He couldn’t be one of them. But if he wasn’t one of them and he wasn’t a normal human, what was he?