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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Disapproval face.
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Clearly he just didn't understand Howardly doings.
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But then, given the choice between following orders and doing what he felt was right, Zouichi always ultimately chose the latter.
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"Instead of ordering people around like they're part of some personal army, the focus should be on getting people to work together and communicate so they understand why we're doing what we're doing. The people around here by and large aren't soldiers, and they've received little or no training in being soldiers. Expecting everyone to just fall in line and jump to obey anyone 'in charge' isn't just short-sighted; it's incredibly unrealistic."
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Totally a verb.
"What did Allenby do, really, that was so out of line? She tried to help us on the planet because we'd gone off the radar."
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If Zouichi sounded cynical about it, it was only because he was. "I fail to understand the point of running a war so far removed from the rest of the crew that no one except the people in charge even know what's going on. Don't we get enough of that from the Daligig?"
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