Kirk laughed again, the sound a short little chuff.
"I thought you could use it to practice your spelling and writing," he
explained. "I also though that you could use this to get out the things you
can't say aloud. It helped me, when I was going through some things. Still
does, though I tend to speak it to a recorder rather than write. I found
one with a bio-seal too - your thumbprint, that is, so it's secure. No
one's going to be reading this but you."
He reached out and patted the journal, flashing an almost cheeky grin.
"I also figure that no one would ever connect this type of decoration with
you, so anyone curious won't think to look in here even if they could crack
it."
Oh. Oh. So that's what it was for. Fenris' fingers run over the front of it delicately, with a little more care this time. It was something important.
"That is...good of you," to think for his letter practise, to give him a different way of venting. "...Perhaps it will help."
He can't punch his way out of everything. Still, he stares at it with a strange, detached wonder. He's not sure what he's done to deserve it, and is a little afraid to ask.
"I hope it does," he nodded, pushing up from the bed, taking his empty cup but leaving Fenris his.
"Do you want help keying it to your thumbprint? And we should probably find you a fresh pen. I'm not sure the attached one actually works," he sounded a touch sheepish admitting that, but he had just been grateful to find a journal with more than five pages intact and not crudely drawn on.
He simply nodded to that, knowing that Fenris wasn't one for over
sentimentality, but it was a touching moment, and one he was grateful for
after their earlier tension. He took the journal back and turned it,
fiddling with a series of buttons and then held it out to Fenris.
"Just press your thumb to the pad and wait for it to beep. That will mean
it's now coded to your thumb print and any time you want to open it, you
just press it to the lock," he instructed. "It's a biological signature. No
one else will be able to open it either, like I said."
He recognised the technology, to an extent. His time in Exsilium was, thankfully, educational in that matter. He knew he should be glad for it. It made the transition to the Fleet easier than those he shared his home world with.
"Hm. Clever."
He'll do as asked, pressing his thumb to it. Beep boop. He now has a personal journal. You're the best, Kirk.
"Well, unless you need help with anything else, I'll leave you to
yourself," he declared, taking up his cup of coffee and leaving Fenris his
to finish in his own time.
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Kirk laughed again, the sound a short little chuff.
"I thought you could use it to practice your spelling and writing," he explained. "I also though that you could use this to get out the things you can't say aloud. It helped me, when I was going through some things. Still does, though I tend to speak it to a recorder rather than write. I found one with a bio-seal too - your thumbprint, that is, so it's secure. No one's going to be reading this but you."
He reached out and patted the journal, flashing an almost cheeky grin.
"I also figure that no one would ever connect this type of decoration with you, so anyone curious won't think to look in here even if they could crack it."
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"That is...good of you," to think for his letter practise, to give him a different way of venting. "...Perhaps it will help."
He can't punch his way out of everything. Still, he stares at it with a strange, detached wonder. He's not sure what he's done to deserve it, and is a little afraid to ask.
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"Do you want help keying it to your thumbprint? And we should probably find you a fresh pen. I'm not sure the attached one actually works," he sounded a touch sheepish admitting that, but he had just been grateful to find a journal with more than five pages intact and not crudely drawn on.
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"I would appreciate that, thank you. For both the help and the pen."
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He simply nodded to that, knowing that Fenris wasn't one for over sentimentality, but it was a touching moment, and one he was grateful for after their earlier tension. He took the journal back and turned it, fiddling with a series of buttons and then held it out to Fenris.
"Just press your thumb to the pad and wait for it to beep. That will mean it's now coded to your thumb print and any time you want to open it, you just press it to the lock," he instructed. "It's a biological signature. No one else will be able to open it either, like I said."
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"Hm. Clever."
He'll do as asked, pressing his thumb to it. Beep boop. He now has a personal journal. You're the best, Kirk.
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He does try.
"Well, unless you need help with anything else, I'll leave you to yourself," he declared, taking up his cup of coffee and leaving Fenris his to finish in his own time.