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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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."

Shego - who was also wondering about the practicality of going for a swim - tossed a stone over the side of the cliff and frowned at how long it took to fall. At least the splash was audible so that was something.

"That's terrible. You should probably fire your Vulcan, get a species with a better sense of humor."

"Replacing him would be way more work than I feel like putting out," Kirk answered, looking between her and the cliff.

"How likely are you to fish me out if I break my leg on the way down?"

"If you're still alive by the time you hit the water, I'll rescue you," she said, not detailing the 'but if you die and get swept out to sea I'll just ask the Admiral to bring you round in the Infirmary' that was the alternative.

The alternative was legitimate.

"It's not that far. You coming with?"

"....yeah. Yeah, I am." She almost said 'race you' but that would definitely get at least one of them killed. There was enough of a slope to get down on foot, or almost on foot, until it became necessary to climb and she wound her way to the edge.

Someone was probably going to break something, or they'd get down there and not be able to get back up, which if he was pressed, wasn't the worst thing in the world. "I'll drag you back if you break something as well."

"I was taking that as read, a little bit." She twisted to find a foothold, making her way down onto the cliff face first; the cliff wasn't all that smooth and it was pretty easy going by her own standards.

"Then I should leave you for presuming." Kirk waited for a moment before following after her, maybe copying her foot and hand holds a little but you know, the last time they'd done something like this, he had fallen and broken an arm. So it couldn't hurt to be cautious.

"You're right. I totally deserve to be left to drag myself up a cliff with my broken limbs because I assumed you were a decent person."

She missed a foothold, slid maybe ten feet with a sickening lurch of adrenaline, then grit her teeth and punched a new handhold out of the cliff with a burst of green energy.

.064 - imagine a small blonde caterpiller on his face

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