Jan 1, 2019
@crewoftheenterprise (Spock) from River
Spock’s office might as well be his second home at this point with the amount of times he’s been called. For reasons he often denied or disproved. Usually he enters his office with confidence and that smug look on his face, knowing he’d leave with just a slap on the wrist. But today he was quite irate, as if whatever’s happened that got him sent here in the first place wasn’t actually his fault. For once.
He drags his foot to the chair and plops down in front of Spock, who was calm and collected as always. “Alright, Vulcan-man. What am I in for this time?”