S...mexy as hell and

P...latonic...if you happen to be as blind as a bat and in denial and

I...ncredibly hot and

R...ocking this damn world and

K...ick ass AWESOME.

~ooOOoo~

“I cannot.”

“Spock. Seriously man. It’s not rocket science.”

“Obviously. Yet that argument surprisingly does not sway my decision.”

“Well, humour me then. Just give it a go at least...and was that sarcasm?”

“I must decline for a ninth time now. And no it was not sarcasm.”

“Yeah well, I’m persistent if anything. And it so was.”

“Indeed. Not always one of your more charming qualities, Sir. And it was not.”

“Dude, quit denying the fact that you just- hey, you think I’m charming?”

"...Captain."

“Ok, hell. I’ll stop coming onto you for like the hundredth time. You should probably just get used to it though.”

“I somehow do not believe that such a thing will ever occur.”

“Heh, don’t worry. I know secretly, deep down, you actually like it and just don’t want to admit it, huh?”

“Whoa, Spock. Hold those damn horses! Did you just roll your eyes?”

“I...did not. Neither do I own any equine animals to hold.”

“You so did. And you were being sarcastic a second ago too. Are you feeling all right?”

“There is nothing to indicate that I would be anything but so Captain.”

“Yeah. Except for the fact that you seemed to have picked up a strain of Humanititis since five minutes ago.”

“That is not a recognised medical condition- a fact I am sure you are well aware of.”

“You’re not a recognised medical condition.”

“The expanse of illogic within that sentiment is almost overwhelming.”

“Meh. I can’t help being awesome. It comes naturally. Can’t fight genetics Spock.”

“...Indeed.”

“So...what do you say to a nice game of-”

“Please do not force me to take drastic action against you Captain.”

“...Hm. Sounds kinky. Count me in.”

“Captain-”

“Oh, come on Spock! Please? Just this once?”

“Are you familiar with the old Earth term ‘death wish’ Sir?”

“Nope. Not a clue. I’m sure it’s all butterflies and candy canes just by the sound of it though.”

“I believe that you are the one now using sarcasm Captain.”

“Yeah, well, you can’t have your cake and eat it too you know.”

“I truly have no idea how that is at all relevant-”

“You’re not relevant.”

“And your comebacks leave something to be desired Sir.”

“See! Now you’re getting the hang of it!...Oh God Spock, please don’t give me the ‘Vulcan death glare of doom and deprivation’.”

“I am doing no such-”

“Just. Don’t.”

“Yes Sir...may I inquire as to what you are doing?”

“Well, since a game of table tennis seems to be out the window, I was thinking that we could have one of chess instead?”

“...That would be much more acceptable Jim.”

“Yeah I thought so. You still owe me a game of table tennis sometime though.”

“Please do not make me deny you a tenth time Sir.”

“As if you can deny me anything.”

"Captain-"

“Oh, you know you love it Spock-”

“Indeed.”

“- and will you stop it with the damn sarcasm and eye rolling all ready!?”

~ooOOoo~

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