If you drop skittles on the floor, don’t leave them where I can see them! *eats floor skittles*
twothreeonesevenfoursixoneone:
Such a thought brought a further smile to the savage’s features, a small nod offered. “I’m certain that they would like you just as much as I like you, Nikolai.” John chuckled smoothly, eyes soft. “I like to hope that there is a future like that.”
“Perhaps one day,” Nikolai agreed as he settle down comfortably, giving a happy chirp. “I am sure you have have handsome children just as talented as yourself.” The tribble began nibbling on a few strands of hair before he had another thought “no doubt you’d be a good papa and make them lunch every day?”
twothreeonesevenfoursixoneone:
A slight smile was offered by the savage as he shook his head, a hum of confirmation behind his lips. “No, no… Ava and I, we… she is my First Officer.” John murmured softly, the coldness seemingly eradicated from his expression momentarily. “I am close to her, and I hold her very dear, but… I am unsure of what will become of us just yet; I like to think that we hold a future.”
The tribble purred along softly, admiring the gentleness in the man’s tone as he spoke somewhat fondly of another. Humanoid affections can be oddly sweet at times, even in the darkest of souls.
“Perhaps a future where I can babysit a few little Johns? I am good with children!”
twothreeonesevenfoursixoneone:
“That is a shame.” He commented, but nevertheless felt inclined to smile once more at the nibbling sensation. A chuckle was roused from the Commander, tickling at the tribble with long digits still. “Regardless, you certainly are delightful.”
“Well thank you. I find you quite delightful as well. I promise I will not flood you with tribble babies any time soon.” Nikolai chirps happily from the tickling he receives. “Although I did have a few litters in my time. How about you, John? Any young of your own?”
twothreeonesevenfoursixoneone:
“Can your kind not be sterilised?” Inquired the Commander, utterly soothed by the soft sensation of the tribble’s fur against his fingers; how strange it was to feel so calm. “It seems more logical.”
“Ah, our anatomy is no so simple. Such a procedure is far more life threatening,” the tribble said, occasionally nibbling on the commander’s fingers. “Besides, lack of tasty food is often made up by receiving lots of attention and warm snuggles. We value affection more than a meal.” Of course, the tribble will not mention past mistakes of eating when temptation got the better of him.
twothreeonesevenfoursixoneone:
“Thank you,” Nikolai said as he purred and gave a gentle trill. “Only when in small numbers do people admire my species.” The tribble began climbing up John’s arm and soon he was residing atop his head of shiny hair. “It is nice up here. Do you mind if I stay a while?”
“Of course you may.” The Commander smiled, a twitch of his features that was seldom seen. “Your company is most appreciated; seldom do I come across such a delightful creature in this system.” He remarked, reaching a large hand to brush his fingertips through the tribble’s fur.
The tribble settles in and purrs, occasionally cooing as gentle fingers comb through his fur. “Well, tribbles tend to be a soothing companion to humanoids- uh except for Klingons. Occasionally we are gifts to those who live stressful lives. I suppose the only downside to being companions is that we are not allowed to breed… which means we are not allowed to eat foods other than very specific tribble supplements. Not always so tasty.”
twothreeonesevenfoursixoneone:
“John,” the tribble repeated as he moved closer to his hand, hoping for a good scratch or maybe a tummy rub “we will be friends now, yes?” For a moment he purrs and coos in John’s direction, content in making an attempt to calm the man.
“Of course.” The Commander purred a chuckle; strange, how such a little creature could make him feel so tranquil. He stroked along his soft fur, relaxed by the pleasant feeling. “You are a lovely creature, Nikolai.”
“Thank you,” Nikolai said as he purred and gave a gentle trill. “Only when in small numbers do people admire my species.” The tribble began climbing up John’s arm and soon he was residing atop his head of shiny hair. “It is nice up here. Do you mind if I stay a while?”
justafanboy asked: *tribble noises*
*responding tribble chirps and trills*
twothreeonesevenfoursixoneone:
The tribble’s keen sense of smell and emotional awareness alerts him to the fact that the man before him was very much a dangerous one but this tribble was not going to turn away so soon (after all, he’s not a Klingon so how bad could he really be?). As the man knelt down, the tribble gently scooted towards him.
“Hello, I am Nikolai,” the tribble chirped out in his usual friendly tone. “Your hair is quite attractive.”
A purr of a chuckle was elicited from John’s lips, a hand extended to the furry creature. “Why, thank you.” He replied in gratitude. “My name is John Harrison.”
“John,” the tribble repeated as he moved closer to his hand, hoping for a good scratch or maybe a tummy rub “we will be friends now, yes?” For a moment he purrs and coos in John’s direction, content in making an attempt to calm the man.
