Personal Log #14 - Action/Not an Elf

[spohkh]

[Why did he agree to do this? Well, he knows why he agreed to this, but the logical question would be why was he still in this illogical costume?
In the early evening, the Vulcan can be found walking through the village of Luceti wearing a very festive green and read elf costume, complete with a pointed hat and shoes. The hat even had a bell on it.
Spock's expression didn't exactly reflect the festive outfit he wore though, and if anything, it looked as though there should be a dark cloud following the Vulcan around. Approach him if you dare as he runs various errands at the grocery store, items shop, then finally the Dome.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, the Vulcan has become an elf for the season as a favour for a certain Captain.]

Comments

[complicatedliar]

[Loki's gone for a bit of shopping and. Well. That certainly clashes.]

Interesting choice in colors.

[spohkh]

[Spock refrains from giving in to a long, drawn out, world-weary sigh.]

Admittedly, not my first choice.

Though as I understand it, you are quite fond of green... does it not meet your approval? [Surely the Vulcan wasn't joking... right?]

[complicatedliar]

What made you choose such a distinctive outfit?

Oh, I do like green quite a bit. Though you know, red is my brother's color.

[spohkh]

The choice was entirely out of my hands.

[There was a very pregnant pause... one could almost call it awkward.]

It was a gift.

[...dammit...]

[complicatedliar]

I'd always gotten the impression that you were one who dressed himself.

[Oho. Bet he can guess from whom.]

How charming!

[spohkh]

I do indeed dress myself... however, the positive attitude of the giver is entirely dependent on my use of their gift.

[Spock's weird way of saying 'it makes Jim happy'
Still, Spock looks very slightly embarrassed.]

[complicatedliar]

So you're wearing that for someone else?

Kinky.

[spohkh]

[Spock scrunches his eyebrows together, looking altogether displeased.]

You are the third person today that has claimed sexual connotations to my wearing this outfit.

What is the relevancy? I do not understand.

[complicatedliar]

It's the bit that involves public humiliation.

[spohkh]

You are implying that I enjoy it?

[Have the most incredulous of quirked eyebrows.]

[complicatedliar]

No. That someone else is.

[spohkh]

[If Spock was at all human, he might have flung his arms up into the air in absolute exasperation. But as it was he merely glared at the God... because dammit he was right.]

I do not understand why humans must relate almost everything to sex. It was a gift, nothing more.
[Okay, Spock might be getting flustered.]

[complicatedliar]

[His eyebrow curves up.] Have we forgotten my base inhumanity?

[spohkh]

Excuse me then for giving you the benefit of the doubt.

[See, Spock is getting better at sarcasm.]

[complicatedliar]

Please. If it is so easy to catch, perhaps I ought to wash my hands more.

[spohkh]

[Spock tilted his head...]

Have you been informed that you are quite intolerable?

[complicatedliar]

More often it's that I'm quite handsome. I think you got it wrong. [This is like music to his ears.]

[spohkh]

Aesthetics has nothing to do with your deplorable personality. [Compliment maybe?]

[complicatedliar]

Charm such as mine requires decoration.

[spohkh]

Believe me when I say that your nature requires no further ornamentation.

[What is this even...]

[complicatedliar]

Oh, but surely the most ill-tempered peacocks have the nicest plumage.

[spohkh]

[Spock glared...] No wonder you and my Captain get along so well.

[complicatedliar]

[He laughs...then reaches out and lightly flicks a frilly bit on the costume.] We have similar senses of humor at times.

[spohkh]

[Spock's shoulders slump in defeat... Just what he needed, a magical version of his Captain.]

I would argue that it is more than just a sense of humour that you share.

[complicatedliar]

A penchant for sadistic glee?