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I don’t suppose you’ve seen my shirt?
I changed out of it when I went to the gym yesterday,
and I’ve no idea where I put the damn thing.”
“I— don’t think so, what did it look like?”
”Wait a minu—,”
What a cheat.
Sulu took off after him, reaching for the back of Chekov’s uniform when he nearly got within range. Damn, he forgot how fast he was. Everyone else flew against the walls as they went passed.
Chekov glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Sulu’s arm reaching out to him. He let out a sound half way between a giggle and screech, speeding up looking back in front of him just in time to notice the end of the hall. His feet slid on the slick tiling as he attempted a far too sharp turn to avoid colliding into the wall.
”Derr`mo, derr’mo!” He breathed as he barely made it, stumbling to a stop, laughing in between pants, “That was close.”
He shrugged his shoulders at Sulu, grinned, and then darted off again.
going to be leaving for work soon, if anyone wants to roleplay, feel free to post a starter and tag “paveltwerkov” or send an ask! i’ll reply to it when i get back on.
if not i’ll just end up posting some sort of starter in the dead of night.
Tongue to his cheek, Sulu chuckled briefly.
”Sure you would.
Too bad you won’t. C’mon.”
"Race you there?"
He skipped into a sprint before waiting for a reply.
paveltwerkov needs more wessels.
His eyebrows flew up mischievously.
”I bet I could outrun you on the track.”
”Are you sure?”
He quirks his head, brow furrowing.
“I’d hate to prove you wrong.”