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[This post? Completely an accident. It goes up a little while after the flood ends, at the tail end of which tiny!Trip gave her chocolate. She had no idea what chocolate would do to her at five. The effects kind of...lasted.

Sorry, Barge, you get a preview of Trip and T'Pol's potential marital fail. It's mostly hard to see, since...T'Pol's just holding the PADD awkwardly. So there are flashes - mostly of a small cat dish with cat food ALL OVER.]

The bag was nearly full. Now most of it's on the floor. [The view goes wobbly as she takes a few steps. Khoteth the kitty is eating just about as fast as he can, lest all that FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD, WONDERFUL FOOD disappear.

Trip's voice comes in next, exasperated:] I know most of it's on the floor, that's why I'm tryin' ta clean it up!

[Aaand cue some slightly annoying button pushing, followed by more chatter from Trip:] Hey - lemme have that.

[T'Pol:] No.

[Trip:] C'mon--

[T'Pol:] It's mine. [>|]

[Trip:] Whatever you gotta say, it can wait till--

[And about then is when the dreaded sounds of potential hairballs arise. That hurk hurk sound cats make when they realize they probably shouldn't have had that mouse. Or that last helping and a half of spilled cat food.]

[T'Pol:] What is he--

[All that's really visible is Khoteth's tail and spilled cat food at this point, but you can just imagined the oh god why faces going on here.]

[T'Pol:] Trip.

[He has never thrown up on her before and she is not cleaning that up, damn it. >| Her button pushing finally has the opposite effect she was looking for, and the feed dies.]

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[Trip heaves a massive sigh and goes to get Khoteth away from his puke. Because seriously cat, that is just disgusting.] Where d'you keep paper towels and like... anything sanitizing, God that's disgusting.

[It's all KINDS of grossness, and T'Pol is linefacing hard at it. It smells. So. Bad. Also LOL DO THEY HAV PAPER TOWELS IN THE FUTURE let's assume they do.]

Under the sink. Near the feline supplies. [Pointed look. Slightly thrown off by wobbly step, but.]

[The wobbly step gets a concerned look before Trip goes off to investigate under the sink for things to help clean up, and comes back with some futuristic Clorox wipes and paper towels.]

Maybe you better sit down.

[Hey she will wobble as much as she wants, mister. And she's heading for her little couch when he gives her that safe bit of advice.]

I should not have listened to you. [Hnnn her head is swimming so hard.]

It's not like you knew any better.

[He waits to make sure she's safely on the couch before starting to clean up the cat barf, nudging Khoteth out of the way as he tries to investigate what Trip's doing.]

[That cat better know he is not sleeping in her bed tonight. :|]

No, but it was clearly an unknown substance. Trusting it was -- illogical.

[Trip will take him since... he's probably getting kicked out too, right? :c]

It was just chocolate.

[Probably. ...Actually maybe not, she might just demand he stick around while she feels miserable to make up for the nanomite crap.]

It was like giving a child alcohol.

[That can be arranged. c:]

How was I supposed ta know?

[She is almost glaring. But not quite. Because ow.]

I should have.

Don't beat yourself up about it. Let me finish cleanin' up after the cat an' then we can start tryin' ta sober you up or something, okay?

[she is leaning against the wall. And giving the impression that she would flop over sideways if she was less...her.] Wash your hands.

[Because ew. :|]

[That gets an eye roll - what did you think he was going to do, T'Pol :| - before he stands up and goes to dispose of the mess, and wash his hands. He comes back over, sort of surveys the rest of the mess, and goes about picking that up too. Finally, cat food more or less cleaned up, he comes over to sit down next to her.]

Need me to get you anything?

[Why isn't he washing his hands again. She's flaring her nostrils. Now he smells like cat food.

But ultimately, her head has moved from feeling fuzzy to starting to pound, so on a very, very rare impulse - seriously when would she act on these except when drunk - she leans over to rest her head on his shoulder.] No.

[Wait, what is this. Trip is almost not really sure how to respond, and the action actually startles a sort of half-laugh out of him, but he carefully moves to put his arm around her, drawing her a little closer.]

I'm sorry I got you drunk.

No you aren't. You're laughing. [She is so not up to deciphering surprised laughter from amused laughter right now. Don't mind her eyes closing, she's just resting them.]

I'm not laughin' 'cause I'm not sorry.

[The grin sort of fades to a smile, and he carefully rests his head against hers, sitting there quietly for a moment.] I really do love you, you know.

[She frowns, trying to puzzle that sentence out and...nope. She's got nothing.] Why are you laughing?

[And it's totes easier to just leave it at asking a question thatn to find some way to reply to that. 'I love you too' isn't exactly a natural saying on Vulcan. Otherwise it'd be tumbling out of her mouth.]

I was surprised. You're not usually into the whole snugglin' on a couch thing.

[He's used to it by now, so she really doesn't have to say anything. Besides, there's the whole let's get married thing, which they still haven't discussed, but that's pretty definite proof of how she feels, even ignoring everything else.]

Snuggling? [She isn't snuggling. She's leaning. There is clearly a difference. A HUGE difference. Like....well it's not like she can define it right now, but. She does lean a little harder on him. Her head is not happy.]

Yeah.

[It's like, as close as they're ever going to get to snuggling, jeez, let him have this moment.]

[Well fine sir, have your moment. She's just going to stay here until he moves or her head feels less fogged. Sorry Trip, you're not allowed to go.]

[That can be arranged. He's just going to get comfy and enjoy being the correct age while making sure you're as totally and completely unmiserable as possible.]

[Man, what a good boyfriend/fiance/weird bond mate thing he is. Eventually she's going to try standing, though. Noooot the best idea ever.]

[And he reaches over to gently grab her wrist because srsly what are you doing. :|] Where do you think you're goin'?

[Hey. Heyyyyy leggo. LEGGO. She's just staring at his hand, trying to figure out why it's there.] I'm thirsty.

I'll get it. You just sit down, all right? What do you want to drink? [He does not leggo. :|]

[But. .....But. Okay arguing is hard. She's just going to sit back down and rub her temples and try to figure out an answer. What are words, how do talk.] Water.

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