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"I hate that crap."
Bones glared at him. "When you start going grey, you'll understand."
"It smells awful." Jim pretended to gag from the smell.
"Damn it Jim, I'm only thirty-five. It's embarrassing."
"Don't have to remind me of how old you are, Bones." He stood up, encircling his arms around Bones' waist. "I don't care about it. You're mine and everyone knows it. If they say any shit, I'll just… demote them or something."
Bones grunted. "Stop being immature, Jim."
Kirk raised his eyebrows. "Who's dying-- OW!" He laughed after Bones smacked his arm, hard. He decided to keep quiet after that, since Bones liked to win arguments. Oh well, he'd get him back later.