[ His ancestors must be so proud. 100% correct use of those lovely long legs, Spock. ]
I might have one of those in my ship. [ Peter jokes but if his tone of voice is anything to go by, there might be a smidge of truth in that statement. Rocket has built a lot of weird gadgets, some involve fire and grenades.
He looks at Spock with a mixture of concern and relief when the man moves towards him. Some help is very needed, yet Peter wonders they might accidentally stab each other with something like that. Wonders of wonders, nothing terrible happens, but Spock is still an arm away from him. The suggestion prompts Peter to smile at him suggestively. ]
Why, Spock. Do you want to spend some quality time alone with me? You only had to ask. [ Peter makes an attempt to take a step forward and meet the Vulcan halfway, only for his feet to slip under him (the floor isn't even slippery, why does this happen) and he all but falls onto Spock's arms. ]
Oops, sorry. [ Men swooning over Spock, isn't it nice? ]
[ As it turns out, Spock believes Peter 100% when he says that he has a flamethrower on his ship. The likelihood of its existence is pretty high, he figures. If this flamethrower doesn't exist, however, Spock's also pretty sure he can easily build one.
But that train of thought is cut short when he ends up with an armful of Peter. Thanks to how he's turned into a cat in the balancing department right now, his feet have been planted firmly enough that he doesn't fall over, too. Lucky! Hopefully, karma doesn't notice.
He blinks down at him. ]
Apologies are unnecessary. Also, spending time in your presence alone is always pleasant. [ He says it almost as if he's teasing, like he's kind of amused, but it's a bit hard to tell. ]
Let us attempt to reach the couch without causing ourselves further injury.
[ And away they go! Spock's speed is that of a snail since he's being so careful but they're moving! ]
[ Good choice, Spock. Once their luck changes again, and they're not at risk of blowing themselves up, Spock and peter should work on some tech projects together. Could be fun.
Peter has the decency to look somewhat apologetic after Spock catches him. He's giving the other man nothing but trouble today and for that he's sorry. On the other hand, being this close to Spock is the nicest thing that has happened to him since he woke up. ]
Have I ever told you that your way of talking is very charming? In a direct sort of way, I really appreciate it. [ First, because Spock is not the sort of person who would lie to him to get something out of him, and Peter really likes that. He had been lied to plenty enough in the past. And second, even if that's something he doesn't want to think about in detail, it also reminds him of Gamora's blunt genuineness. ]
Okay, let's hope we manage. [ Peter straightens himself as much as his injured knee allows him and they both move towards the couch. It has never taken him this long to cross his living room, it's ridiculous. Nothing bad happens, he doesn't trip again, the floor doesn't crumble, no piece of the ceiling falls...Peter sighs in relief as they lower themselves to the cushions. Only to curse again when one of the couch's legs breaks under their combined weight. ]
Come on! You gotta be kidding me. [ Peter laments, sounding incredulous. It's not a new couch, but it has survived more than just two people sitting on it at once. ] By the end of the day I'm going to have to move to a new apartment.
[ His eyebrows creep as they're slowly traversing across the room. ]
You have alluded to this appreciation before. I am... grateful for this. [ Not many humans like the way he talks, or at least they don't mention it. Usually the opposite. So Peter's forwardness with the compliments is pretty great and refreshing, to be honest.
Anyway, while he's been contemplating that, they've arrived at the couch only for the poor thing to break. Spock's just grateful it didn't fall through the floor with them on it. Like, they're not injured (from that), so yay? ]
Perhaps we can share a space to contain the amount of chaos we reap in a singular area.
Ah...well, a reminder never hurts, that way you don't forget. [ And that way, Spock can be sure Peter meant it, and it wasn't just him praising the other man to flirt. Peter realizes now that Spock really seems to like it, and makes a mental note to appreciate him out loud more often. Peter is also silent a couple of seconds longer, mourning his sofa. ]
I'll have to go furniture shopping once this is over.[ He eyes Spock at the suggestion, first tilting his head and narrowing his eyes a bit, then slowly a smile starts to appear on Peter's lips. ] Are you suggesting we should snuggle?
[ Peter sees your possible kidding/not-kidding and raises the stakes. ]
[ Spock very much does like the compliments and the repetition of such. Though, it doesn't take repetition for him to know that Peter means the things he says. The other man is just kind and honest like that.
He glances down to the couch with the intention of commenting on this upcoming shopping venture when Peter asks a question that has his eyes darting back up. ]
I was not. That being said, it would make more sense to contain our chaos to singular point instead of merely a shared room. Your own suggestion, if you were making it, is logical.
[ The first negative doesn't come as a surprise and Peter isn't deterred, still smiling. Spock going on and agreeing to stay close almost gets him to chuckle, and he does perk up despite the pain in his knee. He manages to keep his amusement in check and nods enthusiastically. ]
Very logical. We've been sitting for 2 minutes straight and the couch hasn't caught on fire, so far so good. [ Peter's going to take the risk and lean into the other man, resting his head on Spock's shoulder. Then he waits for something terrible to happen, hoping it won't be THAT bad. ]
[ Spock freezes as Peter shifts closer and rests against him, not because he's adverse to the touch but because of genuine fear. But nothing happens after ten seconds, so he relaxes marginally and eventually gets his arms around Peter very very gently.
As is the cure with most ailments on this planet, Spock poses that it's possible sex could alleviate them of their bad luck. However, if his theory is incorrect, they could be in much worse shape by the end of it, if there was any satisfactory conclusion to even be had. So he doesn't mention it. But he does think about it. ]
To borrow a human idiom, I believe it would be wise to not tempt fate, Peter.
[ Peter pauses for a second once he senses Spock go stiff as a board, wondering if he's overstepping, if he's read the situation wrong. He was being playful and given their current back luck wasn't planning on anything serious, but he still doesn't want to make the Vulcan uncomfortable. Ehen Spock wraps an arm around him, Peter can't help, but the charmed at the care. He huffs and smiles at the reply, relaxing at the explanation for Spock's wariness and giving a nod. ]
Fair point. But my leg's already feeling better now that we're not moving, so thanks for coming here to help.
[ Peter hums, leaning into Spock a little more, and another solid minute goes by without the floor crumbles form under them. He is starting to believe the worst has happened.
And then there's a crash coming from the bathroom as if something hit the half-opened window and broke the glass. It's followed by an angry, loud: ]
[ Spock fully relaxes as Peter rests against, even closing his eyes and enjoying the moment for what it is. So long as they don't move, then surely-
Spock's eyes pop open from the crash... Oh. Never mind. ]
Perhaps if we do not move-... [ He whispers to Peter, his eyes darting in the direction of the bathroom. But it already sounds like the animal is pissed, so- ]
[ Peter's metaphorical spider senses are tingling, and not in a good way. ]
Maybe it will go away? [ He murmurs back, low enough for only Spock to hear because he doesn't feel like getting the goose's attention. Under normal circumstances, he would have little trouble shooing the thing out of his apartment or hunting it down to turn it into a future dinner.
With the shitty luck they've having, and his probably-not-broken-but-hurting-like-a-real-bitch knee as a liability, peter isn't sure any of those options are possible. He doesn't even have his blasters on him. He hears the door of the bathroom rattle ominously, as the hellspawn bird is trying to get it open. ]
I don't suppose you carry a gun on you? Or a large knife?
I usually carry my blasters or some gadget with me, but since I just woke up a few hours ago, and I wasn't planning on leaving the house. They're in my bedroom.
[ And it's too far away to reach them now, same with any knife from the kitchen. There's more honking and hissing coming from the bathroom, and Peter's starting to suspect that the goose might be possessed. He clings to Spock's arm. ]
Fleeing sounds like a great idea right now. Your place, perhaps?
[ He grabs one of Peter's arms and loops it over his shoulders before standing up. The fact that Spock doesn't immediately fall is progress, honestly. Quickly, before the lack of awful luck drains away (an illogical thought), he starts quickly shuffling them to the exit.
... And then there's a crash from the direction of the bathroom. The ensuing honk no longer sounds like it's in a different room.
It's illogical to be frightened of a goose so he is not. But he does start running as best he can. ]
It's okay, it happens to me too. DW is sometimes drunk
[ Peter holds his breath when they stand, expecting to meet the floor with his face soon enough again, but this time the bad luck gives them a break. He moves alongside Spock as fast as he can, wincing a little at the many aches of his body, and then shuddering when he hears the crash. ]
Ah, shit, no. [ Fuck logic, Peter is going to freak out, at least internally, as much as he can. With his free hand, he reaches for the nearest thing on their way to the door - a vase he doesn't even remember buying, it must have come with the apartment- and throws it behind him in hopes of hitting the angry duck and stalling it.
Instead of the muted sound of a vase impacting with a living creature, he hears glass shattering against the floor and an offended HONK! that sounds far too close for his liking. ]
I'm afraid my aim isn't very good when I'm not looking at what I am trying to hit.
[ Peter's voice has an edge to it, slightly panicked, while he tries to keep it light by joking. He's glad that Spock is practically dragging him out of the house because he couldn't have moved that fast on his own. Once they're out, e kick his uninjured leg back, closing the door with a loud THUD, followed by (really close, furious) honking. There are the sounds of the goose scratching and hitting the door with its beak, and Peter is really glad it's not them. ]
Welp, I guess I'll have to burn down the whole apartment. I'm not getting in there anytime soon.
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I might have one of those in my ship. [ Peter jokes but if his tone of voice is anything to go by, there might be a smidge of truth in that statement. Rocket has built a lot of weird gadgets, some involve fire and grenades.
He looks at Spock with a mixture of concern and relief when the man moves towards him. Some help is very needed, yet Peter wonders they might accidentally stab each other with something like that. Wonders of wonders, nothing terrible happens, but Spock is still an arm away from him. The suggestion prompts Peter to smile at him suggestively. ]
Why, Spock. Do you want to spend some quality time alone with me? You only had to ask. [ Peter makes an attempt to take a step forward and meet the Vulcan halfway, only for his feet to slip under him (the floor isn't even slippery, why does this happen) and he all but falls onto Spock's arms. ]
Oops, sorry. [ Men swooning over Spock, isn't it nice? ]
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But that train of thought is cut short when he ends up with an armful of Peter. Thanks to how he's turned into a cat in the balancing department right now, his feet have been planted firmly enough that he doesn't fall over, too. Lucky! Hopefully, karma doesn't notice.
He blinks down at him. ]
Apologies are unnecessary. Also, spending time in your presence alone is always pleasant. [ He says it almost as if he's teasing, like he's kind of amused, but it's a bit hard to tell. ]
Let us attempt to reach the couch without causing ourselves further injury.
[ And away they go! Spock's speed is that of a snail since he's being so careful but they're moving! ]
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Peter has the decency to look somewhat apologetic after Spock catches him. He's giving the other man nothing but trouble today and for that he's sorry. On the other hand, being this close to Spock is the nicest thing that has happened to him since he woke up. ]
Have I ever told you that your way of talking is very charming? In a direct sort of way, I really appreciate it. [ First, because Spock is not the sort of person who would lie to him to get something out of him, and Peter really likes that. He had been lied to plenty enough in the past. And second, even if that's something he doesn't want to think about in detail, it also reminds him of Gamora's blunt genuineness. ]
Okay, let's hope we manage. [ Peter straightens himself as much as his injured knee allows him and they both move towards the couch. It has never taken him this long to cross his living room, it's ridiculous. Nothing bad happens, he doesn't trip again, the floor doesn't crumble, no piece of the ceiling falls...Peter sighs in relief as they lower themselves to the cushions. Only to curse again when one of the couch's legs breaks under their combined weight. ]
Come on! You gotta be kidding me. [ Peter laments, sounding incredulous. It's not a new couch, but it has survived more than just two people sitting on it at once. ] By the end of the day I'm going to have to move to a new apartment.
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You have alluded to this appreciation before. I am... grateful for this. [ Not many humans like the way he talks, or at least they don't mention it. Usually the opposite. So Peter's forwardness with the compliments is pretty great and refreshing, to be honest.
Anyway, while he's been contemplating that, they've arrived at the couch only for the poor thing to break. Spock's just grateful it didn't fall through the floor with them on it. Like, they're not injured (from that), so yay? ]
Perhaps we can share a space to contain the amount of chaos we reap in a singular area.
[ Is he kidding? Tough to tell... ]
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I'll have to go furniture shopping once this is over.[ He eyes Spock at the suggestion, first tilting his head and narrowing his eyes a bit, then slowly a smile starts to appear on Peter's lips. ] Are you suggesting we should snuggle?
[ Peter sees your possible kidding/not-kidding and raises the stakes. ]
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He glances down to the couch with the intention of commenting on this upcoming shopping venture when Peter asks a question that has his eyes darting back up. ]
I was not. That being said, it would make more sense to contain our chaos to singular point instead of merely a shared room. Your own suggestion, if you were making it, is logical.
[ Still kidding/not kidding. ]
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Very logical. We've been sitting for 2 minutes straight and the couch hasn't caught on fire, so far so good. [ Peter's going to take the risk and lean into the other man, resting his head on Spock's shoulder. Then he waits for something terrible to happen, hoping it won't be THAT bad. ]
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As is the cure with most ailments on this planet, Spock poses that it's possible sex could alleviate them of their bad luck. However, if his theory is incorrect, they could be in much worse shape by the end of it, if there was any satisfactory conclusion to even be had. So he doesn't mention it. But he does think about it. ]
To borrow a human idiom, I believe it would be wise to not tempt fate, Peter.
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Fair point. But my leg's already feeling better now that we're not moving, so thanks for coming here to help.
[ Peter hums, leaning into Spock a little more, and another solid minute goes by without the floor crumbles form under them. He is starting to believe the worst has happened.
And then there's a crash coming from the bathroom as if something hit the half-opened window and broke the glass. It's followed by an angry, loud: ]
HONK!!!
[ Uh, oh. ]
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[ Spock fully relaxes as Peter rests against, even closing his eyes and enjoying the moment for what it is. So long as they don't move, then surely-
Spock's eyes pop open from the crash... Oh. Never mind. ]
Perhaps if we do not move-... [ He whispers to Peter, his eyes darting in the direction of the bathroom. But it already sounds like the animal is pissed, so- ]
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Maybe it will go away? [ He murmurs back, low enough for only Spock to hear because he doesn't feel like getting the goose's attention. Under normal circumstances, he would have little trouble shooing the thing out of his apartment or hunting it down to turn it into a future dinner.
With the shitty luck they've having, and his probably-not-broken-but-hurting-like-a-real-bitch knee as a liability, peter isn't sure any of those options are possible. He doesn't even have his blasters on him. He hears the door of the bathroom rattle ominously, as the hellspawn bird is trying to get it open. ]
I don't suppose you carry a gun on you? Or a large knife?
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[ This clearly isn't most circumstances, though.
His eyes scan their immediate surroundings, seeing nothing very fruitful. ]
As it is currently occupied... perhaps we should attempt to flee. Or hide.
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[ And it's too far away to reach them now, same with any knife from the kitchen. There's more honking and hissing coming from the bathroom, and Peter's starting to suspect that the goose might be possessed. He clings to Spock's arm. ]
Fleeing sounds like a great idea right now. Your place, perhaps?
I NEVER GOT THE NOTIFS FOR THESE JSDLKFJ
[ He grabs one of Peter's arms and loops it over his shoulders before standing up. The fact that Spock doesn't immediately fall is progress, honestly. Quickly, before the lack of awful luck drains away (an illogical thought), he starts quickly shuffling them to the exit.
... And then there's a crash from the direction of the bathroom. The ensuing honk no longer sounds like it's in a different room.
It's illogical to be frightened of a goose so he is not. But he does start running as best he can. ]
It's okay, it happens to me too. DW is sometimes drunk
Ah, shit, no. [ Fuck logic, Peter is going to freak out, at least internally, as much as he can. With his free hand, he reaches for the nearest thing on their way to the door - a vase he doesn't even remember buying, it must have come with the apartment- and throws it behind him in hopes of hitting the angry duck and stalling it.
Instead of the muted sound of a vase impacting with a living creature, he hears glass shattering against the floor and an offended HONK! that sounds far too close for his liking. ]
I'm afraid my aim isn't very good when I'm not looking at what I am trying to hit.
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[ But Spock didn't have enough time to tell him the chances of hitting the intruder, so now they're here. But at least there's the door! ]
Quickly--
[ He shuffles them through the doorway, hoping Peter can swing it shut in time since it's on his side. ]
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[ Peter's voice has an edge to it, slightly panicked, while he tries to keep it light by joking. He's glad that Spock is practically dragging him out of the house because he couldn't have moved that fast on his own. Once they're out, e kick his uninjured leg back, closing the door with a loud THUD, followed by (really close, furious) honking. There are the sounds of the goose scratching and hitting the door with its beak, and Peter is really glad it's not them. ]
Welp, I guess I'll have to burn down the whole apartment. I'm not getting in there anytime soon.