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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"...if you'd like, some of the inn's trees are putting out cherries. I could bring them by for you later."
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She had to get her own tray of the stuff, which she glared at maliciously as she brought it back to the table.
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"So, how are you getting along with Mr. Xenophobia?" He was talking about Erhart, of course.
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Although as long as Erhart stayed away from Ildraniath, Zouichi supposed the situation was bearable.
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"That goes for all his Space Marine friends. Most of them act similarly, if not identical, to him."
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"Hard to believe all of them are like that. It seems so different from the Earth I'm used to..." Not that there weren't plenty of zealots on Zouichi's Earth, of course. It was just that they were the bad guys. As opposed to the somewhat-morally-ambiguous guys, like Zouichi himself.