The common room. Or so it was nicknamed, was a recreational room, not too far from the bowling alley. It was a relaxed room with long settees that tried to absorb you, bookcases of magazines and books from other planets. Chess sets and monopoly, checkers and the game of life. Pencils, pens, water colours. Clean blankets always in the corner of the room for anyone who ever felt colder. Not that it ever was colder on the enterprise (unless there was something very wrong) it was the perfect temperature for the human body to function. Still some people were from hotter climates, and some from colder. Still that didn't stop the occasional tired person from getting cold, and it didn't stop the occasional tired person from becoming unbearably hot, as some do, some do.

There were several windows in the room (they were closed because space is danger and disease,) so that if you found a seat to your liking, one that wasn't too soft, and wasn't too hard, but was just right, then you could spend your evening beside the galaxy. It was a magnificent sight, and for those that found themselves commoners of the common room had often come to note of the few officers who would spend there evening with a tea in hand, the stars for their gaze, and book to quieten their wandering mind. Spock had not found such a seat. He was sitting on the floor his back against a seat, blanket over his shoulders, with pencils littered around his feet and a drawing pad upon his lap.
"You know you can sit next to us." Sulu said.
"Yes, Sir ve don't bite" Chekov said. They sat next to each other on the couch, there were three cushions for each persons buttocks to space them from eachother. Even if Spock had sat upon the third cushion there still would have been a cushion and so space between himself and Checkov who was practically cuddling Sulu.
"No thank you." Spock said.
"Are you mad at me?" Sulu asked "is it because I beat you?"
The sides of Spock's eyes scrunched in his tiny frowning way as he looked back up to Sulu "I am not mad, nor have you beat me."
"Vulcans are quiet literal" Chekov mused to himself.
"Spock" Uhura called sitting on another settee with Kirk, opposite Sulu, there was a space between herself and kirk "why don't you come sit up here?"
"I am comfortable here. Besides, I would be likely to damage the seat if I brought pens up there." Kirk who was mixed between reading a romance book and watching the vulcan nodded.
"It's true, it would be a mess" and he smiled "and then we would have to fine him when he's older for graffitiing and ruining starfleet property."
"Don't say that, he might take you seriously" Uhura scolded.
"I wouldn't mind" Sulu mumbled giving one side of the seat a hit "we could do with some new sofa's."
"No" Checkov moaned "then we would have to wear them in again before they felt homey."
"You're not supposed to wear them in, that just means they've been scuffed up and ruined." Sulu said.
"No" Chekov moaned "homey is nice."

"What are you even drawing?" Kirk asked taking a sip from his cup placing it on a side table as he lent forward "isn't art illogical?"
"Vulcans have art" Spock said "although I personally find some uniqueness to be rare. Most vulcan art is just copies of other well known art, and combinations of such. Apart from pre-Surak art. Although most vulcans do not copy pre-Surak art as it is forbidden and seen as emotional, and a lot of it's usually just errotica as well."
"what"
"What are you drawing then? Is it pre-Surak style?" Uhura asked.
"If it is I don't want to see it" Kirk said.
"He's not drawing that" Uhura hissed quietly at him.
"No" Spock said sharply "I am practicing pencil techniques that I would use if I were to create art."
"Show us" Uhura said.
Spock did not tsk, but his eyes, if you caught them did squint "here I have practiced the technique needed for fur." he said and turned around his picture of what looked liked a bear.
"And what does your practice art resemble?" Uhura asked with a smile.
"My Sehlat, I-Chaya, as he is furry I have practiced drawing him."
"Your pet bear that tried to eat you?" Kirk asked.
"He is not a bear, he is a sehlat." Spock said sternly.
"Who's that next to I-Chaya?" Uhura asked.
"This is brother Sybok, I had to draw him to.. help with perspective. Also he is very hairy anyway, so he probably counts" Spock said putting the note pad back on his lap.
"Is your brother a vulcan?" Chekov asked leaning over Spock's shoulder.
"Obviously."
"If he's a vulcan why's he smiling?" Chekov asked.
"Oh my god" Sulu said "Chekov you can't just ask why he's smiling."
"My father would describe Sybok as eccentric." Spock said "he is often thinking of embracing emotions."
"What?" Uhura asked "you get vulcans that embrace emotion?"
"It's rare. They do not live on vulcan."
"What about you?" Kirk asked "are you going to abandon emotion?"
"Captain" Uhura sushed.
"No." Spock said harshly "I am vulcan, and emotionless. Besides, those sorts are not welcome on vulcan."
They were quiet. It was still but the tiny sound of a pencil being pushed back and forth scraping across the notepad.
"You're half human, are you not even going to consider being an emotional vulcan?" Kirk asked.
Spock closed his pad seemingly calmly "you are implying my human heritage would make it impossible for me to control my emotions."
"No. No, I just, don't you think you'd be happier with emotions?" Kirk asked genuinely interested.
"Vulcans do not seek happiness. It is late so I am going to bed. Goodnight." Spock said and walked out the door with his note pad.
"Good night Commander" Chekov called. Sulu giggled.