.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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[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.]