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James T Kirk ([personal profile] boldly_going) wrote2016-03-09 08:48 pm
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Jim knows where the door is that changes your body and he's been avoiding it but he accidentally pulled the wrong door looking for Risa and ended up in a petite blonde body instead of his own. Shit. And he's been trying to get his own body back, with no success, and he doesn't think he can avoid Bones any longer.

He sends Bones a message over the hotel network to come to his room and guesses he's going to just have to endure for a little while the same way Bones had when he suddenly got curvier for a week or so. He's probably going to get a hell of a laugh out of it, Bones, and Jim isn't looking forward to the I told you so.

The only thing he has that seems to fit are his sunglasses and one of his oxford shirts and he puts them on, figuring Bones isn't going to need much more than that. Jim sure isn't going anywhere looking like this anyway.

When Jim hears a knock on the door, he crosses over to let him in. "Don't laugh."
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[personal profile] leftwithmybones 2016-03-10 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
McCoy's been elbows-deep in texts on diseases that belong to the 17th century, poring over the medical treatments they'd attempted as he makes notes, mostly trying to learn from mistakes and see if he can't head out into one of the medieval doors and do some hands-on practice. He absently glances up and bites his lip to hide the smile. He's been expecting this after the comm, but hell if it isn't a sight to enjoy.

"Oh, you just stand right there," McCoy insists, rising to his feet so he can loom over Jim in a way that's entirely satisfying. "Hey, darling," he greets, a sticky drawl in his words. "I think you shrank."