september overflow log

[hownkai]

This is an overflow for the first September Event Log.

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[sickbays]

[ He undoes the second button for good measure, since they won't be going back in for a while. And because Leonard felt a lot more comfortable like this, without a collar constricting around his neck like a noose. He takes easy breath, letting the fresh air fill his lungs and warm his chest with contentment. ]

Yeah. [ He answers, without having to think about it. ] Let's take a look around this place.

[ As if he has any interest in gawking at anything. It just sounds good, makes it seem like they're making productive use of their time and not just. Simply enjoying each other's company. The thought alone makes Leonard's chest burn even hotter, causing suddenly before it could reach his cheeks. He takes a step forward to lead the way. ]

[rustledbyjimmies]

[He nods, neck looser than usual as he does. The excuse rings similar for Spock as well, the need to feign productivity, even when they both know he is clearly in an unfit state for it, being imperative, as it often already is for the both of them. To simply want company without any real reason, especially Leonard's company, is only of personal value, and that, especially for Spock, is not something he can admit to so easily, even with this cloud blocking his mind.

He falls in step beside Leonard, quietly observing their surroundings and making note of small things idly but not putting them away into his memory proper. Things are much more bearable, away from the music and chatter. His mind no longer feels strained and undecided on what is best to do. There is only them now, the two of them in this foreign world with nothing to tie them down.

His heart beats harder in his abdomen.]

[sickbays]

[ He keeps his nose pointed toward the stone floor, for the first few moments, not even trying to feign interest in the scenery unfolding before them. He's more worried about the heat in his cheeks, in quelling it before the Vulcan could happen to glance over and take notice.

The cool breeze from the mountaintop aids him in that endeavor, and after a while, he feels calm enough to chance a look back up. First, at the courtyard, stretching out before them in the dark of the evening — then across his shoulder toward Spock.

After staring for a bit too long — just a second or two, but to him, in his pleasantly buzzed state, the passage feels more like a minute. He clears his throat. ]

How's your side feelin'? Not botherin' you any?