captain_jtkirk | .064 - imagine a small blonde caterpiller on his face

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.064 - imagine a small blonde caterpiller on his face

That flood doesn't change anything about Mustache March. It's still happening. Keep growing, men and the brave and noble ladies who are more manly than some of the men here. You know who you are. And you should be ashamed.

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[Kirk washed the clothes he'd borrowed from Angua before he brought them back to her. It seemed polite and he had laundry to do anyway and Aristotle needed a walk, so really, it was efficient and all that stuff. He wasn't in any way morbidly curious as to why they were a weird set of twins.

And that was a horrible lie. He'd probably end up staring at her for a while.

Jim tugged on Aristotle's leash, trying to get him to come back to his side as he knocked on Angua's door.]

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"Mustache March," Kirk replied, stepping back from door so she could come in.

She did, installing herself on his couch and holding his pants (clean and pressed, thank you) out to him.

"Uh huh. If we're both still here when we get to November, I think I might stop shaving too."

No she won't.

Kirk probably never even pressed his own pants. He grabbed them from her and went to set them on a shelf in his closet before wandering back. "I will be. No doubt there." The bitterness was pretty obvious.

She frowned faintly. Flynn didn't seem like he was going to be holding Kirk in place for another two years but then again, she probably hadn't seemed like that either. So she didn't say that.

"Almost seven?"

He seemed more like a five just then.

Flynn was basically Shego the sequel and Arya was the worst child alive.

"Maybe closer to six than seven."

"You want me to go?"

Jim shook his head slightly. "It's not you. It's this." Meaning his quarters and how they reminded him of Enterprise, which was a little comforting until the bitterness set in like it did sometimes and then he just hated it.

She got the message and frowned faintly.

"We could go somewhere else? The CES?" It was the place most unlike either his ship or the Barge that was coming to mind.

"Yeah. Let's do that."

She got to her feet. She was kind of used to Kirk being the one trying to drag her out of her depressive phases, or her dragging him for reasons that were not exactly selfless. She really wasn't sure how well equipped she was for doing stuff out of genuine concern.

"After you."

Anything was really better than sitting around his room and being a bitter, brooding mess over things. The flood had distracted him by way of not having to look at himself (technically) or her (also technically) but that was done and Mustache March was about the only distraction he had.

"Would you really stop shaving for a whole month?" Yeah, he's going back to that.

"Pssht, no. I'm not gonna get all gross and bristly just to make a point."

"I think it actually started off as a charity thing."

First time she'd heard of getting sponsored to not do something. "And we're not exactly overrun with causes that need our financial support here."

"We are lacking in the idea of charity overall though."

She emerged on deck ahead of Kirk, barely even glancing at the 'sky'.

"Yeah, it's not like this place really encourages it."

"So why not break up the awful with something silly like a mustache growing competition?"

"Can I present the dead rodent smeared across your face as evidence?" There was no acid in it though. She opened the Warden area door with a slight application of sleight-of-hand and headed up towards the Enclosure.

Kirk reached out and flipped a piece of her hair in retaliation anyway. "Like I said, it's supposed to be ridiculous."

She smirked and brushed at his hand like she was trying to remove a bug. "Yeah, I got it."

The CES had decided to abandon its neutral forest for a long sweeping cliff overlooking a clear ocean - probably plucked from her memory, probably an island in the Mediterranean if she really thought about it. The sun was sinking over the ocean and everything was colored with a deep, vivid orange. She couldn't complain on grounds of it being reminiscent of...well, anywhere.

Kirk surveyed the cliff for a moment, like he was trying to figure out how to climb down it and be able to go swimming in that ocean. There seemed to be more of a chance of breaking his leg than getting down there but that wasn't really a huge deterrent in his mind.

"Your lotion doesn't smell like this sunset by the way." There was a solid chance that he was never going to let that go.

She smirked and rolled her eyes. "Next time we go someplace nice I'll try to pick up something more discriminating, okay? Or just get something that's named after the thing it actually smells like, since your fragile mind can't bear metaphors."

"I think having a Vulcan for an XO has ruined my love for metaphors," Kirk answered with a shrug.

"Now you're implying you had a love for metaphors. I'm intrigued."

Kirk would have protested that but the fact that he'd cheated on the Kobayashi Maru because he didn't like the conditions of the test, and therefore the metaphor kind of negated that. "Yeah, you're right. I wasn't a huge fan of them before but now the affection is completely dead."

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