SPOCK.
THE FAINT SCENT OF SMOKE coalesces at the base of Spock’s nose as he seeks & follows the source of it. it had come to his attention they had a guest on board. a unique individual, as he understands, whose very molecules have changed; are forged in fire & flame controlled by personal desire & necessity, both. the ability intrigues him, Spock’s own curiosity increasing like literal a ember fanned by the young man’s every movement. he finds their guest at a computer console, a visible suspension of particles & other materials curling gently toward the ceiling under the ship’s recycled air. the smell of the short fumes prickle his senses but in favor of his pursuit for knowledge, Spock soundly steps forward to answer instead. “ indeed, the information regarding our travels is accurate. ” his hands are at his back, containing a burst of his own eagerness in a loosely controlled squeeze of his wrists, “ our mission, while outfitted as a military vessel, is mainly of exploration. ” Spock’s eyes flick to the screen, then back again, “ — as you have seen. ” he tilts his head slightly, finding an opening in the other man’s words, “ though, the opportunity to traverse space at an inter-dimensional level has been few & far between. i would be interested to learn what you are willing to share of it. mister — ? ”
Johnny wanted to do the typical boyish yelp and fist pump of excitement and triumph at this knowledge, but contained himself. Who wouldn’t want to let loose the excess eagerness at learning of such things ? He wonder’s if they have any footage evidence of their travel’s, and if they’d let HIM see them too. Their travel log info gave heavy detail of locations and planet names, populations, species names and more. It was a dream come true, even if it had come at the expense of them being lost in an entirely different reality. Reed was working on reaching an associate of their’s, but until then the rest of them were mingling away just like Johnny currently was doing.
“Dude, that is SICK. And highly impressive, seriously, I’m thinking of stowing away on this ship just to stay on with you guy’s. My little family doesn’t have to know.”
A light chuckle emits from him, smile wide and eyes crinkled with mirth. He only HALF means that statement, but his tone makes it clear he is being playful with the other. Johnny’s finger quickly swipes away the info panel to clear the screen before returning his full attention to his current companion, brows furrowing in thought, tip of tongue moistening lips before speaking. Hand’s clasp behind his own back where finger’s curl and fidget there, trying to relieve his need to move and stimulate.
“Mm, you’re actually sounding modest. We, simply got lucky I suppose. The whole dimension jumping method was discovered by accident and necessity, mainly helped by super powered people who were also born with the natural ability to do so. I don’t know if you have that here. But I’m tote’s down to talk space and universe travel with you. Oh -- Johnny ! Johnny Storm. And you are ?”
Do they shake hands ? He doesn’t know, but he’s hesitant to show normal human etiquette with someone with pointy ears and such a formal way of speaking. He moves his gaze from ear’s back to his company’s face with a small tight lipped smile, risking to hold out his hand in greeting anyway. ( DO I RISK ASKING IF HE’S AN ELF AND GETTING PUNCHED ? EH, LET’S TRY THIS FIRST. )
