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xiii [ location: uss enterprise ] / [ accidental visual ].
He woke with his head pillowed on arms folded on his desk, blinking into the early morning light filtering in through the windows in his ready room. Kirk wasn't sure how he got there, as he didn't recall sitting down at any point...nor did he remember pulling out a PADD on the Kelvin. He sat upright and picked it up, regarding it with open confusion, too focused on it and the picture of the man he was the spitting image of to notice the tablet feeding this visual to the rest of Taxon.
"How did--"
A sudden rush of memories and information that filled in the gap that was the previous week made him wince. Dropping the PADD back onto the desk, he pressed his hand to his eyes and left it there. So, it seemed he'd been glitched again, only into his twelve-year-old self and not a girl. Thank God, though he wasn't sure which one was more embarrassing. At least he remembered this time and now knew that his younger self had pulled the information up on the PADD out of curiosity about his father.
"I am getting really tired of this."
"How did--"
A sudden rush of memories and information that filled in the gap that was the previous week made him wince. Dropping the PADD back onto the desk, he pressed his hand to his eyes and left it there. So, it seemed he'd been glitched again, only into his twelve-year-old self and not a girl. Thank God, though he wasn't sure which one was more embarrassing. At least he remembered this time and now knew that his younger self had pulled the information up on the PADD out of curiosity about his father.
"I am getting really tired of this."
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Poor Kirk, he looked so tired. Frowning with equal parts sympathy and concern, she asked, "How're you feeling?"
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"Regretting all that junk food I ate," he finally answered. His younger self had taken full advantage of the fact that the hatches would give him anything. "And wishing I could wipe all that from everyone's memories, yours included."
[visual]
"Are you kidding? No memory wiping for me. I mean, it was... a little weird, admittedly, you being all tiny-- but you were so sweet. There was no bad there. It was nice."
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"I would've come to check up on you sooner, but I didn't want to be--" she strove for a way to put it that was more elegant than 'that excessively annoying and clingy girlfriend', came up with nothing, and eventually settled for: "--didn't want to crowd you."
[visual]
Kirk smiled at her. She was too good to him sometime. "Buffy, you're never crowding me."
[visual]
Of course she would argue that there was no such thing as 'too good', but in any case, she returned the smile. It was sort of surprised, sheepish and affectionate, rolled into one. "Oh, well. I'm glad. Because I wouldn't want to, y'know, do that." Wow, that was not even approaching eloquent. Oh well. To try and cover up the fact that he'd just made her a little tongue-tied (surely she was too old for that now?) she added, on a tangent.
"So, you should probably just eat green things with many healthy vitamins for the next ever, huh?"
[visual]
Kirk laughed. "Probably. God knows I overindulged in the hatches. Should probably cut back on the blood wine splurging while I'm at it."
[visual]
The mention of blood wine made her wrinkle her nose with distaste. "I still maintain my position of ewww on that, by the way."
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