CATCH-ALL FOR JANUARY; OPEN

[dow]

Characters: Spock/OTA
Date: Catch-all for January.
Location: Anywhere.
Situation: TBA.

Feel free to start a thread here (with the date in the header) or pm/pp for a specific scene and I'll set it up.

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[unconchonable]

[He sits there for a moment. Honestly, he's not entirely opposed to helping Spock out. He likes Spock, and he sees no issue in helping people he likes, even if it's piddly shit like chores. But the fact that it's Clara making a list is what sets him off. There wasn't any asking him, approaching him, or anything of the sort. It was just there imposing some means of order over him.]

[He grumbles a bit, quietly:]

I suppose I can offer some help. [A bit more loudly:] I don't need you to "cower" me, like I'm incapable or somethin'.

[Unwilling, sure, but don't you dare say it's too difficult for him!]

[parallels]

Appreciate it. And I didn't think you were incapable. I know you're quite the opposite.

[She gives him a gentle smile. He's just a kid and she doesn't want to be too pedantic to him.]

Appreciate it, though. Don't think I could do both your chores and mine without collapsing.

[unconchonable]

Yeah, whatewer. [He's not even looking at her at this point. Notably pouting.]

If you can't handle a bit a hiwekeepin' yourself, you hardly got the right to suggest it could ewer be too difficult for me to manage. Cleanin' up a hiwe is nothin' compared to shit I'we done before ewen comin' to this damn turtle.

[EVERYTHING HAS TO BE COMPARED TO HIS GREAT FEATS. Everything.]

[parallels]

Like I said. Never doubted you. You're definitely capable of it. Part of why I asked you.

[She gives him an affectionate shoulder pat.]

And if you want to trade chores with me, we can work it out. I just assigned them at random.

[unconchonable]

[He eyes her hand on his shoulder, but doesn't look too bothered by it, before looking at her properly.]

I'll look ower the list again, think it ower, whatnot. Let ya know if I ain't feelin' doin' whichewer is on the list.

[Augh, he's not even sure why he's agreeing to this at all. Clearly this woman works witchcraft.]

[parallels]

[Definitely witchcraft. Or just sweet charm. Beware this short girl in pajamas.]

Thank you, Eridan. Looking forward to being flatmates with you. It's definitely going to work out if you ask me.

[unconchonable]

Yeah yeah. [It isn't much of a 'you're welcome' but it works.] I guess its got potential to.

[He says dismissively. He certainly doesn't mind Clara typically, their previous conversations were well enough for what he typically expects for humans, and this one here didn't go down in flames, either. She's just, oddly agreeable, and Eridan can't exactly place why.]

Any-fuckin'-way, guess we're done here. [He turns away from her to head back to his own block.] Guess you're free to go back to whatewer it was you were doin'.

[parallels]

[She grins at him and then yawns and stretches. Arguing with child aliens is seriously exhausting but she's definitely putting this one down as a victory.]

Going to drop off for the night I think. So I suppose that's a good morning to you.

[unconchonable]

Yeah, ain't all diurnal like you lot with your non-lethal sun and it's pathetic rays.

[Because not being burnt or blinded instantly by your sun is clearly something to be looked down on for? But he dismissively waves at her as he walks on.]

Sleep well an' suchlike.

[parallels]

I, for one, am extremely grateful for our non-lethal sun. Believe me, I've met one, never again.

[She reaches out and ruffles his hair. Just because the idea of doing so is extremely amusing.]

Will do. And will try to keep the snoring down as to not disturb you.

[unconchonable]

[That ruffling of his hair stops him, and he's growling. There is just so much wrong here, for one, she's treating him like a kid, for two, she messed up his hair. He swats at her hand as it draws away, and then his hands go to work on fixing his hair. Hair is important, gosh!!]

I'd appreciate it more if you kept your prongs to yourself! I can deal with snorin', I can't deal with you treatin' me like some wiggler.

[He huffs at her once he's done fixing what she's done, or, to the best of his ability anyways.]

Just go to your 'coon, already. [Even though humans don't have recuperacoons, they have beds. But. Whatever.]

[parallels]

Alright, alright. Watch out for Jim then. He'll ruffle anyone's hair. It's a human thing.

[She looks him over one last time. He is a kid. No one hates to be treated like a kid more than kids.]

Going, going. If you ever need anything. Just knock.

[unconchonable]

Yeah, well, if he does it to me, him and me will hawe some words. He should know better than to treat royalty like that, anyway. Human thing or not.

[He certainly is a kid, yes. But he wants so badly to be an adult, or to be treated like one, at least.]

Sure, I'll keep that in mind.

[And if they're done here, Eridan will be heading back to his block--or maybe the bathroom to double check his hair. ~vanity~]