Night 59: M61-M70 Hallway

[doneinthree]

A project of great importance. Well. That didn't sound good. Kirk tugged his Starfleet-issue boots on, hopping a little in place as he stood, and smiled to himself, irrationally pleased at how well they fit. It wasn't as if the military uniforms were all that bad either, pants creased and shirts smooth as if tailored to them in their sleep (and

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[razing_phoenix]

Seeing Okita in the place where Guy was used to seeing him and talking to him with at least some level of normality had done a decent job of soothing Guy's nerves. He still hadn't been able to get much out of his roommate, though that seemed to be due to some level of memory loss. It was similar to his own situation, and yet the things he had forgotten about had been in his past, not in the immediate. As far as he knew, anyway