He took in another deep breath. “No it’s...it’s ok Uhura I...I may be stuck but you don’t have to be I’ll...” he groaned and rand a hand over his face. “I’ll figure it out, I’ll find someone else I just...” his head hung low as he leaned on his knees. “I’m sorry you got drug into this mess I should have handled this better I...” he dug his nails into his arms. “This is my fault”

Fae’s demeanor gentled and slowly he wrapped an arm around her, holding her gently. “Hey...I mean I can’t say I understand but...you know these things happen.” “I mean it was just a candle you wouldn’t have thought it would end like that, no one is gonna blame you for that and I’m certain this room mate person doesn’t either.”

𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒 || Closed RP

Irritation bristled in the others face as he slapped the captains hand away, standing on his own and dusting himself off. “Who just stands around in the hall?” he huffed. Probably best not to mouth off to his commanding officer but the young man was known for being difficult and rebellious. He gestured to the broken pad on the floor. “That, Captain, was what had me in such a big hurry! Now I have to go back and get a replacement for you!”  His hand went down his face as he began muttering in an unfamiliar language; his native tongue of Persian. “Honestly!” His arms crossed over his chest as he stood in the hall, hunched over and glaring at the deck. This was the man most of the crew saw when he wasn’t with Uhura or his fellow young friend. Slowly he bent down, reaching out to pick up the broken pad. He grabbed the wrong end and let out a startled noise as it shocked him. “Ouch! Pedarsag!” he hissed, grabbing at his hand.  Today was just going splendidly. He stood again, kicking at the pad angrily. “Supposedly it was an important message for you…hopefully Uhura saved the original message so I can go decode it…again.” Bright green eyes shot Jim an annoyed glare, hand still cradled in his other one. “Don’t go anywhere! I’ll be right back.” With that he turned to leave, back rigid as he began stomping down the deck. He hated Tuesdays. 

Jim fetched his hand, dully listening to the ensign complain. “Who runs down a busy hall not watching where they’re going and gets upset when they ram into somebody, huh?” he snapped back, rattled by the attitude Faelad was giving a commanding officer - his captain - than he was by the fact the PADD was smashed. The white-haired male grabbed at the broken PADD shattered on the floor from the wrong end, giving himself a shock. It startled Jim as well. He didn’t say anything - oddly not wanting to interrupt his griping - but he did think Faelad should give his hand better attention when he was finished. “Just what the hell does that have on it for you to be sprinting anyway?” Oh, a message? Well, you shouldn’t of been running with something so important. Damn.. The blonde heavily sighed. He is completely aware of the Ensign’s personality, hence why he was reassigned to the Enterprise: he was seen to be so much like the captain himself that the federation thought it best to have him babysitted by James T. Kirk. Well, that’s how Jim seen it, anyway. The captain doesn’t act like that, does he? Sure, he’s rebellious and owns an attitude, but he wasn’t..hmm, what’s the word? Salty? He was offended - “Don’t go anywhere? Watch me -” he spoke lowly before turning on his heels. Lord forbid if he stood waiting in the hall for the ensign to return he’d probably get slammed into and blamed for not watching where he was going again. Jim’s empty stomach seemed to be giving him direction to the mess hall. @xnebula-dreamerx

  Fae, much to his credit, actually felt sorry once he’d managed to re-translate the message. It was, luckily, nothing too important. A good thing, but not unlikely. The young iranian had made a name for himself with breaking pads. However, he couldn’t find the captain when he came back and he felt irritation bubble in his chest. Swallowing thickly he forced it back down. He wasn’t going to make this worse.     Honestly he respected Jim more than he’d ever respected a Captain before and he’d taken his bad attitude out on him. It took forever to track the man down but when he did He sat down next to him and put the pad down carefully. “I’m sorry.” he murmured, hands folded in his lap. “I didn’t mean to...it was my fault.” he rubbed over where his hand had turned red from being burned.      “It’s just a routine check up message to see if we need anything.” Another heavy sigh and he looked down, white hair falling into his face. He was tense and irritated and tired. It wasn’t clear to him what was wrong but he knew something was up; maybe he just needed to get more sleep. “I’m...I’m Faelad Jones. I guess you could say I kind of have trouble with authority...but I mean..look you didn’t deserve that and I’m sorry uh...let me know when you have a message to transmit back.”     He stood and then began to wander away, still rubbing his thumb over the burn on his hand. It stung, he should probably go to med bay. 

𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒 || Closed RP

Irritation bristled in the others face as he slapped the captains hand away, standing on his own and dusting himself off. “Who just stands around in the hall?” he huffed. Probably best not to mouth off to his commanding officer but the young man was known for being difficult and rebellious. He gestured to the broken pad on the floor. “That, Captain, was what had me in such a big hurry! Now I have to go back and get a replacement for you!”  His hand went down his face as he began muttering in an unfamiliar language; his native tongue of Persian. “Honestly!” His arms crossed over his chest as he stood in the hall, hunched over and glaring at the deck. This was the man most of the crew saw when he wasn’t with Uhura or his fellow young friend. Slowly he bent down, reaching out to pick up the broken pad. He grabbed the wrong end and let out a startled noise as it shocked him. “Ouch! Pedarsag!” he hissed, grabbing at his hand.  Today was just going splendidly. He stood again, kicking at the pad angrily. “Supposedly it was an important message for you...hopefully Uhura saved the original message so I can go decode it...again.” Bright green eyes shot Jim an annoyed glare, hand still cradled in his other one. “Don’t go anywhere! I’ll be right back.” With that he turned to leave, back rigid as he began stomping down the deck. He hated Tuesdays. 

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