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When Hunter made his first appearance in the Nexus, it was in The Parklands. And today, he is sitting in the same spot near the water. He has a canvas set up, and is working on a large piece depicting a mother pushing a child on a swing set. There is also a large collection of books near him. Obviously he had been studying over something of importance.

He gets to the point where the canvas is nearly complete, when he stops and places his brushes to the side. After studying the canvas for a moment, Hunter reaches out and touches the canvas, right in the lower left corner.

He closes his eyes and concentrates, and after a moment, the picture on the canvas comes to life. There is also a soft glow on his arm, where a few tiny roses bloom to life on the rose bush.

But the moment doesn't last long. It ends very quickly. And Hunter sighs a little frustrated. "What am I doing wrong?"

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Jim tilts his head a little, wondering at the shift in the topic at hand. He's sure it's related, but he's not sure how just yet. "It's a word that means look-alike."

"His appearance, is very similar to how I used to look like before my curse."

Wait, what. Of all the things Jim was expecting to hear, that wasn't one of them. "That's a hell of a coincidence."

"It is the Nexus. I am sure weirder things have happened."

"Yeah, I'm starting to get that." Though Jim hasn't seen any of the real weird stuff yet.

"Anyway, to make a slightly long story a little shorter, when we last talked we left it as a flirtatious friends thing."

"I have collected a few flirtatious friends in my time here."

"I'm not surprised, with a good-looking guy like you." Jim smiles at him, nudging his shoulder with his own.

Hunter laughs, slipping his arm around Jim's waist at that point. "My 21st Century mind wants to clarify there is a difference between friends you flirt with... and friends with benefits."

"Hey, I don't sleep with everyone I flirt with," Jim protests with a grin, leaning into the touch a little. "I probably flirted with half my crew back when we were cadets, and I haven't slept with any of them." Which is a damn shame, of course.

His fingers lightly stroke up and down Jim's waist. "It is a little bit of a shame... in a way. Especially when you have this great connection, and the snappy wit and banter... but all it is destined to be is just flirting."

"Hey, it's probably for the best. Frat regs and all that. Now I don't have to worry about any retroactive stupidity from the admiralty."

"So... would calling you Captain, oh my Captain, be totally inappropriate?" Hunter teases him.

Jim looks incredibly amused by that, possibly more than he should. "Walt Whitman, huh? Well the poem's all about how the captain's dead, so maybe."

((ooc: so FUN FACT, Jim is currently shortly pre-second movie, in which he dies (and gets better). I am loling forever.))

Edited 2017-05-23 04:59 (UTC)

"Okay. Granted. It is too nice of a day to talk about death." Hunter admits softly. He doesn't want to think about losing Jim, especially after just meeting him. And getting to know him.

"No argument from me," Jim agrees, but he gives Hunter's waist a small squeeze. "Especially when there's more appropriate poetry you could use. 'Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, wild nights should be our luxury,'" he quotes with a grin.

"Mmmmm Emily Dickinson." Hunter has to smile at that quote. "You a poetry fan?"

"Yeah. I was... hospitalized for a while when I was fourteen and had nothing to do but read. My grandfather started bringing me some of his old paper books whenever he came to visit, and once I was discharged I worked my way through his whole library. I've still got a crate of 'em in my quarters on the Enterprise."

"They are stored in a crate?" Hunter is so going to make him a bookcase now.

Jim looks slightly embarrassed now, using his free hand to scratch at the back of his head. "Yeah, kind of an old habit. From being on the road a lot." From what Hunter's told him about his own past, Jim doesn't imagine he'll have to elaborate on the need to keep his personal items packed in case he needs to just pick up and go. And even though the Enterprise is the closest thing he's had to a permanent home since he was twelve, it's hard to shake the habits of a lifetime.

"I understand that." He is still going to make him a bookcase.

And because it is a nice day, and while it might be a little out-of-the-box, Hunter smiles up at Jim and quotes from one of his own poetic pieces. "The dark blue depths of his eyes, welcoming me into a warm embrace. A reflection of me whispers from beyond the sparkling mystery of his joy."

Jim raises his eyebrows, smiling a little. "I don't recognize that one, but I like it."

"It is one of mine."

That smile widens, and Jim chuckles a little out loud. "Painter, sculptor, poet... is there anything you can't do?"

"I wouldn't be able to fly a Starfleet ship." Hunter teases him.

"Hey, I bet you could learn. They practically fly themselves these days. Although you still have to take off the parking brake," he adds with a grin that says he's seen some hapless officer make that mistake before. Or at least heard of it happening.

Poor Sulu will never live it down.