.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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[gotgreenmagic]

I'm pretty sure the only person actually lowering themselves to this is you, sport.

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[nathananthonypetrelli]

I once had a moustache AND a beard, I don't think I care to repeat the experience. [his own KIDS told him it was fugly, Jesus Christ.]

Also, you have something on your lip. Right here [taps his own top lip]. Might want to get that looked at. ... And let whoever you've been getting too friendly with know, too - whatever it is it can't be good for them.

[scentbombed]

[She'd quite enjoyed being-- well, him, but now it was just... over, and she had nothing to do but be herself again. Normally, she was pretty fine with that, but being back in the body that had so recently died-died was leaving her feeling unsettled.

Which was all to say that when he knocked, she startled, and then absolutely hated herself for it. Cursing herself, she stalked for the door, muttering under her breath.]

Damn, damn, damn-- Oh, hello. [Gods, that was uncanny, wasn't it?]

[19centconstable]

Oh thank goodness. I would have felt quite silly otherwise.

Spam

[gotgreenmagic]

She came by in the evening, after she'd spent a shift in the engine room and showered and eaten. It was kind of weird to have a nascent skill set she'd developed for the express purpose of screwing over the Admiral - that she'd gone about acquiring knowledge specifically to abuse it all in one shot - but now she had it she wasn't keen on letting it go. Would've been a lot of wasted time otherwise.

There was less than no point in dropping off his clothes; he'd be over eventually. They were mostly just an excuse to get through the door. She knocked.

[notafuckingnut]

[All the skeptical looks] ...Why are we supposed to be growing mustaches again?

If that's what you're insisting on calling that.

[Sadly, Kirk, he's out regardless.]

[yeahscience]

Are there, like, rules about how this is supposed to go? [Because he's rocking pretty much a perma-stubble, and that works for him.] Like... length requirements or whatever.

voice;

[plays]

Ashamed?