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   In a spacious home in the heart of Shi’Kahr sits Aelliana Moore and her classmate, S’chn T’Gai Spock. She isn’t speaking to him -- a sullen face is staring silently downwards. Her mentor has already offered their young visitor food or drink -- given them a lone, clear table upon which to work. They have their stations, they have all they need. Now they just need to... communicative. 

   “Aelliana has made it clear that she works best when I do not -- as she says -- hover. Thus, I will be upstairs. I will be able to hear if either of you call for me.” 

Name: S'chn T'gai Spock

Age: Twelve.

Do you like to cuddle?: This is not a form of contact of which I am familiar with. What is a, “cuddle”?

Can we make-out?: I am unfamiliar with this terminology.

A night in or dinner out?: A dinner at home is satisfactory.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: …Strawberries subtracting the chocolate contents. Ko-mekh and Sa-mekh say I am to stay away from chocolate. Reasons are unknown at this current date.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I believe I am a companion well suited beyond those needed for a singular twenty-four hours.

Would you cook for me?: …Yes.

Would you let me cook for you?: …Yes.

“Affirmative, Lieutenant. For what I feel would require emotional composition.”

DOE EYES BLINKED twice while looking up at the stranger talking to him. His eyes were reflecting more human representation than those cold like on Vulcan. A S T R A N G E R. Spock is unsure of how to proceed. He was asked his name. Ko-Mekh told him it was polite to respond when asked a question.

He will do just that.

BLINK. BLINK.

“M-My name is S’chn T’gai Spock.”

    Elliot had to be honest here. This was strange. Parents don't go leaving their children unattended, even his parents didn't do that, so why was this boy wandering about alone? Had he been separated, or did he run off for some mischief? But given that the child was Vulcan, that was unlikely. Elliot offered a smile and held up his hand in the proper salute.

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Spock blinks twice, trying to process how this works. He understands growing of a tree, but social interaction. Illogical… Yet, not unwelcome. “–I was unaware that you had noticed my eating habits, Lieutenant.” Soft hands stretch out, taking the object in them. He blinks twice, once more. It appears fresh. Sanitary. Ripe. All things Spock looks for when analyzing objects given to him.

A pause. “No need to apologize, Lieutenant. Your actions are not apology worthy. I appreciate your gift.”

“I do my best to notice things about those I work with, especially other non-humans. I figured it couldn’t hurt.” they admitted with a shy smile when he took the fruit, seeing the look of the other analyzing it.

“I’m glad. If you’d like, I always welcome help tending to those plants in the garden area the captain approved of for plants that can be used as part of the meals for the crew. A large group of us try and rotate shifts off to go in and tend to it.” they offered softly, thinking, knowing, the commander could use a break.

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he is going back to his room to change but of course before doing so  ;    he takes a step through their shared   ;      bathroom facilities.  &   has he FIGURED there is the captain sitting at the desk working away.   a smile slips on his lips.  perhaps a little game.   ;  slow steps approach the captain   &   he slips his hands over the dark eyes.   ❛   shhhh   ❜ he speaks. ----- moving hands down to grip the shoulder firmly he starts again.  ❛  now sir are y’gonna give me some real work t’do  ?  cos otherwise i may just have to find my own   ❜  hands trail down the captains arms to his waits  ;   they then    glide   to his lower back before  he slip up the back of his shirt  cold hands press firmly.    ❛   cos you know sir i can think of many things i could do   ❜