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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[thebestoffense]

Volanz was trying to be diurnal, though the key word in there was "trying". He'd managed to sleep most of the night in preparation for the adventure, but it was still wearing on him.

That was why he hesitated for a second or so when he saw Zouichi, just on the off chance he was imagining things.

Blink. Nope. Still there.

"...What happened to your head?"

[zouichi]

Oh, great. Apparently everyone was making an appearance today. Maybe that was why Sakura had chosen this particular time...

Zouichi gave Volanz an awkward little wave. "It was a bet. And it's reversible, so get your kicks now, because pink's not really my color."

[thebestoffense]

"Oh."

Volanz seriously thought he might have had some kind of horrible disease. He was a little bit concerned.

"How did you do that?"

[zouichi]

Zouichi blinked. "What? Color my hair? You don't have hair dye where you come from?"

How bizarre, having space exploration within your grasp, but not dye. But maybe Volanz's species didn't do makeup, either.