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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"You don't look thrilled with the world right know. Its not this sludge is it?"
She lets out a breath and pokes the glop a bit with her spoon.
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"No," he said, "I didn't." And that was all he was going to volunteer about that without some serious prodding. She'd have to squeeze any additional details out of someone else.
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"I'd change it back, I think you looked better before."
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He didn't know what her deal was, as long as she wasn't dying, it didn't much matter if she spent every waking second in the Hangar (apparently) bored. She was officially Not His Problem.
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