Extreme makeover [Open, bendytimed to... whenever makes sense]
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.
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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And further surprise, he actually almost dropped his tray of slop when he saw Zouichi. He puts it down on the table, eyes wide, and leans in really close to whisper:
"Are you from an alternate universe?"
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Why yes. He is sneaking his omnicomm out to take a picture right now.
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"You're not thinking of messaging the others, are you?"
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Were you feeling lucky today, Howard? Well? Were you?Zouichi's expression was kept carefully blank.
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NO MORE.
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On the upside, he knows the t-shirt pictures are a bluff. On the downside, if Zouichi starts playing keep-away with his comm he will probably throw a fit and threaten to feed Alan to his cats or something.
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You just wait, Howard. One day it would be you with the pink hair and the meido outfits. "So what are you doing here? Not working this shift?"
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"Rory's on shift today." And Howard is still perfectly content to avoid the hell out of him, because that makes all your problems go away
and he's totally replacing Rory with Ian and Barbara but like hell would he admit that. "Besides, I've been craving Stacy snot. I thought maybe our little adventure would kill the love for me, but nope. Good old slop."no subject
Zouichi made a face as Howard mentioned the slop, but Howard never had been particularly picky about taste. "And where'd you put that cow?"
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Howard leans over onto the table across from Zou. "Got a freezer at the Warehouse. I'm thinking rib cookoff."
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He looked back at Howard with what could only be described as suspicion. "This rib cookoff isn't coming anywhere near the inn, right? I shudder to think of what that thing's going to smell like cooked."
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Yes. That mattered to Zouichi. He'd still come, Howard, but... he'd be judging you. Quietly.
Poor little baby cow.
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Because that may be values dissonance he doesn't know how to handle.
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