Fandom: Star Trek DS9
Rating: PG just barely for some suggestiveness.
Feedback: Yes please.
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Summary: Drabble (100 words). Poor Miles really does not want to know certain things.
As he was leaving, Miles turned in the doorway. “Julian, do me a favor.”
“Never ask me to fix your replicator again. Get one of the junior engineers, or have Jadzia do it for all I care. Just... don't call me about it ever again, all right?”
“It's just... there are limits to what I want to know about my friends' late night replicating history. Understand?” He smiled tightly, and then stomped down the corridor before Julian could come up with a reply of more than: “huh?”
Then he connected the dots. “Garak!”