[ it's been a while since sulu's gotten a familiar face. if he's honest, he's almost given up on it. the ship brings in new arrivals by the boatload, but there's never anyone from the enterprise. and it's not--it's not a bad thing, because sulu knows he shouldn't be hoping for anyone else to get stuck here. but it's lonesome sometimes, being one of three.
which is partially why sulu comes skidding around the corner at that, hair in disarray, uniform shirt sticking to wet skin. his hair's too long, much longer than an officer's hair should be, and he's thinner, harder around the edges, all sharp angles and lean muscles and he nearly skids into scotty before he catches hold of the doorframe and stops himself bowling them over. ]
Is it really you?
[ which it is, because it can't possibly be anyone else, but it's best to check these things before making assumptions. ]
hi bb hi hi hi
which is partially why sulu comes skidding around the corner at that, hair in disarray, uniform shirt sticking to wet skin. his hair's too long, much longer than an officer's hair should be, and he's thinner, harder around the edges, all sharp angles and lean muscles and he nearly skids into scotty before he catches hold of the doorframe and stops himself bowling them over. ]
Is it really you?
[ which it is, because it can't possibly be anyone else, but it's best to check these things before making assumptions. ]