Howard grabs a set of pants and boxer and the (tacky, cheap-looking, oversized, flat-out-silly) shirt out of the dresser (like hell would he ever take it to the Warehouse) and disappears into one of the other rooms to change.
He comes back out with a Christian Bale-style expression that tells Zouichi 'if you take pictures of this we're fucking done, professionally'. The shirt does indeed go down to his knees, and even inside out the glow-in-the-dark paint of the moon and the wolves' teeth shows through the fabric.
At least it'll make good pajamas.
He's a little weirded out to see that Zouichi's already disposed of the body. He would have zipped it into a plastic bag and frozen it. He gets it, Emergency Rations. You're just trying to make sure he and Zou have food. He appreciates it.
He takes a seat on the couch and angles his head to the side, in case there's water lodged in either of his ears from the big mud puddle, still. "Hey, at least it was just a little Hydroponics thing and not Alan."
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He comes back out with a Christian Bale-style expression that tells Zouichi 'if you take pictures of this we're fucking done, professionally'. The shirt does indeed go down to his knees, and even inside out the glow-in-the-dark paint of the moon and the wolves' teeth shows through the fabric.
At least it'll make good pajamas.
He's a little weirded out to see that Zouichi's already disposed of the body. He would have zipped it into a plastic bag and frozen it. He gets it, Emergency Rations. You're just trying to make sure he and Zou have food. He appreciates it.
He takes a seat on the couch and angles his head to the side, in case there's water lodged in either of his ears from the big mud puddle, still. "Hey, at least it was just a little Hydroponics thing and not Alan."