[IC] [SELF-INDULGENT MUSEBOXING]

[senior_citizen]

because Sabra AUs are fun and games until someone loses an eye

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[scienceping]

I do not believe you would either. I will purchase clothing more to your size.

[but he pauses once they arrive in the locker room area, raising his hands to gesture when he talks next]

The closest exits are the door we entered from and the rear door to your down and down the aisle of lockers. There is also an office with an exit door, though you would have to break the window glass to access the office. I have ensured that you are alone within these rooms other than me for the time being, and there are benches that you might use a table-like surface while you eat. I am also unarmed, for your clarification.

[senior_citizen]

[ he opens his mouth to say something about the clothes but stops short when spock goes through the exits

I - er - I wasn't assuming you were dangerous right now.

[scienceping]

I remember enough of my experiences at Sabra La Tau. I was attempting to put you at ease.

[senior_citizen]

[ relaxes then. just a little. ]

I appreciate it. Thank you.

[scienceping]

I will remain within the room while you eat to deter any newcomers from entering.

[senior_citizen]

You sure about that?

[scienceping]

[tilts his head]

Why would I not be?

[senior_citizen]

I'll, uh. Be eating meat.

[scienceping]

I am aware.

[senior_citizen]

Okay, I warned you ...

[ finding a bench to sit down on. parcel in his lap, taking out a knife from his belt. ]

[scienceping]

[giving him some distance, hands folded behind his back]

[senior_citizen]

[ carefully cutting the parcel open, his hands trembling a bit. he got himself a big ol' hank of beef - about fifteen pounds. once it's open he just .. starts devouring it. cutting off long strips of it, or just plain biting into it as-is. his teeth seem sharper than you remember. ]

[scienceping]

[yyyep, that's just about what he expected. only glancing over every once in a while.]

[senior_citizen]

[ just successively bloodier each time you look. eventually, the entire package is gone, minus the wrapping and the bone. he rubs at his face a bit, a faint blue glow in his eyes. ]

You said there were showers?

[scienceping]

... Directly behind you and to your left.

[senior_citizen]

Thanks.

[ he carefully refolds the packaging around the bone, tying it all back up again. setting it on the bench while he goes to shower. ]

[scienceping]

[coming closer only when he hears the shower turn on, picking up the bloody clothes and packaging.]

[senior_citizen]

[ he at least tried to minimize the mess, given how clothes are a terrible thing to waste. but they still need a wash. ]

[scienceping]

[siiiigh at least he hasn't forgotten how to wash blood out. laying down some clothes for steve then, more of his tiny size.]

[senior_citizen]

[ a skill you never forget huh :'D after a while, the shower turns off. ]

[scienceping]

[Steve will find him already scrubbing at his clothes, pants already done, just the shirt left since it had the most stains]

[senior_citizen]

[ ccccarefully creeping up to grab the clean pair of pants. pulling them on quickly. ]

[scienceping]

[not looking up or glancing back, continuing to scrub like he hasn;t heard him]

IS the sizing appropriate?

[senior_citizen]

[ shirt next then ]

Yeah. Even my uniforms don't fit this well.

[scienceping]

[he nods, going back to scrubbing then]

Your uniform will be cleaned momentarily and should dry shortly.