"These god damn medals!" Jim cursed in the restroom he shared with Spock's quarters. Frustrated, he tried to get the awards to sit right on his formal uniform for the orientation of the planet of Antares into the Federation but they would not cooperate. Angrily he stomped his regenerated foot, before hearing a knock on the door.
"If I may Captain?" Spock asked through the door.
"Come on in Spock, you know I've told you a ton of times that you can just walk in." Jim called as he wrestled with the pin on his medals.
"You have told me 62 times Jim. May I be of assistance?" Spock asked, reaching towards the medals.
"Go for it Spock. I hate this formal wear." Jim groused as he turned towards the Vulcan, scowling at the medals as Spock's nimble fingers tok over and efficiently corrected the awards.
"Illogical Captain, though I am sure McCoy will share the sentiment. We will be late if we do not leave in the next 30.76 seconds." Spock replied with a quirk of his lips as he stepped back.
"Well then, we can't be late to an occasion this formal, now can we?" Jim teased before they separated, leaving out their own doors before rejoining in the hall.
