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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[17thangel]

The problem is Maria didn't know who the Daligig were really, she hadn't been there long enough to build up and real emotional connection or anger. That being said if pointed at them she'd gladly rampage with her robot, but once again, that was an act of boredom and just wanting to feel the wind in her hair. She didn't like being cooped up.

"I'd change it back, I think you looked better before."

[zouichi]

"Thanks for the advice," he said dryly. "Wouldn't have thought of that on my own."

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.

[17thangel]

"Oh. One of those things. I'd normally say just get the wind in it and it would be easier to ignore but here that's not so easy."