#isufferfromaviophobia

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Leonard let out a long breath, he didn’t dare move-… he couldn’t move because… well… he hadn’t figured that out yet. He watched Isiah’s face blush and Leonard had to turn his head to keep his own cheeks from burning off.

Len choked out a laugh.

‘His cows looked good’

What he said had to be a southern saying somewhere… he had no idea where it’d came from.

The Doctor finally brought himself to stand slowly, achingly slow. When his body finally reached its full height it seemed that he still stood rigid and awkward…

The whole situation was…

Awkward.

“So…” Leonard began. “You like what you see, Kid?”

Isiah was blushing brighter still as he felt the emotional response from the other at their comment. They still didn’t know what possessed them to say it out loud.

The ginger couldn’t keep their eyes away when Len started to stand upright, eyes trailing over the way the muscles moved under the skin, watching the back muscles flex, the ones in his butt tense as he did so.

“I, uh, if-if it’s a problem I’ll leave you be, I don’t know why I said it, it was completely forward of me and I entirely understand it not being something that’s acceptable....but, kind of.” Isiah murmured, not really able not to answer, as it wasn’t one of the topics that they’d sectioned off as a no-go unless absolutely needed to, so they tried to answer-and of course with complete honesty because lying was horrendous to them-when asked.

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“Then let’s make it a date.” He smiled smugly. “I heard there’s this great diner across town.”

Sandra was a little surprised, but she decided it was worth pursuing. At least she’d get a nice dinner out of this, if nothing else.

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O MY GOD ITS MY BABY

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Krall bleeds a dark crimson at his feet. The creature is half transformed- the blue ridges that made him once look intimidating are semi-transparent, soft bulbs on his face. It looks partially human now, twisted by the lives he had taken to strengthen himself.

Not bad, not bad at all. Kirk wonders what it would do to him, if he used it on a creature far more human-like than whatever species Krall and his compatriots had been shaped after. If he used it on Vulcans, would his ears round out before or after his strength had multiplied?

He rolls the dead creature over with his foot, peering into Krall’s dead eyes with a thorough disinterest, plucking the weapon the man had attempted to reconstruct from his hands. He’d keep it, of course, until he knew what exactly it did. ...And then use it, if it was useful. Of course.

    I don’t even know what you’re worrying about.

David gives Leonard a reassuring look, clapping him on the shoulder as he readjusts his duffle bag on his own. He lifts an eyebrow after, green eyes focused solely on Leonard, and David’s lips quirk-- not a true smile, no, but his twin knows what he’s feeling.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Leonard said quietly, his voice didn’t even sound like himself. “I should probably just go to my quarters since I don’t feel the best but I have work to do-…” Leonard was cut off by a wet cough that sounded horrible, but he dismissed it and picked up his PADD.

Rhee put her hand on top of his PADD.