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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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"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.

"Now that would be one of those 'Bucket List' experiences." Especially since it is something that Hunter would not be able to achieve in his own dimension.

"Maybe we'll have to go flying sometime," Jim suggests with a smile. "I don't think Starfleet would be very happy if I let a civilian sit at the controls of the Enterprise, but shuttles are their own kind of fun."

"That would be amazing."

"And just seeing the Enterprise would be amazing. I got to wonder what your quarters are like." Hunter is imagining a little port room, like they would have on a cruise ship.

Jim chuckles and lowers his voice, a little seductively. "I'd like to see you in my quarters, too. Bed's a bit small, though," he adds, without the breathy, flirty tone.

Hunter's eyes darken slightly to signal that the lowered, seductive voice had hit its mark. And he was very interested in the invitation.

"We would just have to keep that in mind."

Jim chuckles a little. "Guess we'll have to get real close."

"I do not mind that at all..." Hunter wraps his other arm around Jim, so he is now being hugged-cuddled.

Jim loves that Hunter is so touchy-feely. He's a very tactile person by nature, and being touch-starved on a whole ship full of subordinate officers means he has to content himself with manly shoulder slaps and the like, usually. He reciprocates the hug, grinning all the while. "I'll definitely have to give you the tour then. Can't go to classified areas, but my cabin definitely isn't off-limits."

"I can't wait." Hunter flashes a big smile at that last comment.

[ooc: and now the mun desires to RP that scene. LOL]

[ooc: I am willing! :P Jim would love to show off his lady!]

[[ooc: sweet. His ship... his journal. Hit me with a link when you are ready]

[ooc: Finally got time to type it out on my iPod lol... http://boldygoing.dreamwidth.org/1458.html ]

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