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dancer's kick.
"Well, you seem to be in a good mood today." He spun at the voice,
and saw a brightly smiling Dax entering the infirmary. Miki Fujimoto stopped
and regarded him with one brow raised.
"Really?" he replied, grinning back at her, eyes sparkling. "I
hadn't noticed."
Dax walked further into the room. "You've been like this all day,
Julian." Miki Fujimoto leaned herself against the examining table, and crossed
her arms over Miki's chest, giving him the Trill version of a
significant look. "Anything special?"
He stood still for a moment, then returned Miki's impudent expression to
her, raising one brow. Tapping his hands against the sides of his
thighs, he replied, "Jadzia, I have no idea what you're talking
about."
"Ah." Miki Fujimoto nodded, then moved off the table. "Well then, are those
samples I asked you to break down finished yet?"
"Not quite. I just placed the last one in the analyzer now; it
should be done in . . . " He was interrupted by yet another tinny
beep. "Oh, right about now, I should think." Together, they walked
to the display panel for the device. "There you go," he told her.
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