.064 - imagine a small blonde caterpiller on his face

[captain_jtkirk]

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.

[Spam for Angua]

[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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[captain_jtkirk]

"You can't really use a washing machine for armor anyway."

[scentbombed]

Yes, it didn't seem like a great plan, putting it inside... Well. Anyway. [She holds out the little stack to him.] Thank you for the uniform, Captain. It was... interesting, being you.

[captain_jtkirk]

"I hope you take this with as much respect as I mean it, but you are one hot woman."

[scentbombed]

[That gets her to quirk a brow, wry.] A married one, but thank you. [She's not, but it's getting increasingly easier to lie about that.] I seemed to go well-appreciated looking like you, too.

[captain_jtkirk]

[Well that just made him even more morbidly curious as to what sleeping with his body twin would be like.]

"If you ever want to appreciate it yourself, I'm pretty accommodating."

[scentbombed]

...I appreciate the offer, and I'm afraid you'll have to settle for that. [She doesn't. No offense, Jim, but she gets a lot of offers, and you're not the right kind of charmingly dumb her type.]

[captain_jtkirk]

[His smarts are in the way aren't they :c]

"Can't really blame me for trying."

[scentbombed]

[No, but he's not the right type of dumb. :c]

Can't I? [But she smirks a little, anyway.] Anyway, I hope the clothes were all right. Aristotle didn't switch, did he? [She already knows the answer of course; after a jaunt about as an alpha wolf, she knows more about how the Barge's dogs fared during the flood than she does about its people.]

[captain_jtkirk]

[Kirk gave her an odd look for that, because he wasn't actually sure if he'd ever brought his dog around her before or why she would know his name.]

"Are dogs ever affected by floods?"

[scentbombed]

Sometimes, yes. [Wolves know, Jim Kirk. And Angua has long since stopped making a secret of her... situation. In fact, there's a little doggy bed in the corner of the room, and it looks to be recently slept in.]

[captain_jtkirk]

[Kirk doesn't really pay attention to other people sometimes. So this might pretty much be news to him.]

"... like when?"

[scentbombed]

Oh, well, I heard Renate was all in a tizzy during that embarrassing February flood, for example. The... Marquis's dog, I think?

[captain_jtkirk]

"How did you hear that?"

[scentbombed]

Well, it was pretty obvious, actually. I mean, I saw him during the flood, and he, er... seemed peculiar. [She's used to Ankh-Morpork, where her fellow watchmen know her lingo, and know that 'seemed' means 'smelled.']

[captain_jtkirk]

"... huh. Aristotle must be strange then cause I've never seen him affected."

[scentbombed]

Well, not everyone is. They're luckier than us, I think. [She's been affected as a wolf, and that's pretty much just The Worst.]