Extreme makeover [Open, bendytimed to... whenever makes sense]

[zouichi]

Somehow, he'd gotten himself into a bet. He didn't even really remember how it had happened or how they had gotten on the subject. But then suddenly the bet had been accepted and it was too late to back down, and now he was sitting at the very same Mess Hall table Sakura and the others had been sitting at the other day while they'd been discussing the source of the ship's mystery meat food supply.

To be fair to Sakura, he'd picked a shade of pink to match her own, natural hair color. But the results were... jarring. Also, hopefully no one would recognize either of them.

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[zouichi]

Zouichi took this kind of thing surprisingly seriously, okay? And he was sure it was a lovely shade of pink on her, but... well, now he didn't match his armor any more. At all.

He bet he looked like some kind of cosplayer.

Zouichi lifted a hand in greeting as she came in. "Got any comments so far?"

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou entered the mess hall for lunch.

Shoutarou saw the scene.

Shoutarou decided today was better-spent at Mindy's cafe in the city, and went to leave.

[encourage]

"Not yet. I just finished up."

She took her time or no time at all. She glanced up to spot someone staring at them.

Then trying to leave. Wait... wait, she knew by proxy knew that guy! "Zouichi, I think you're scaring people."

[zouichi]

"I'm scaring people?" Why on earth would someone be scared of him? Look at Sakura's unnatural impression of Sasuke! What was up with that?

"Hidari," Zouichi called after Shoutarou. "Where are you going?"

Jeez, wasn't he hungry?

[thisclinchesit]

"I. Uhm. Forgot something."

Totally the most convincing tone of voice there, detective.