[The man's deep voice is mostly calm, but it sounds forced, as though he's keeping his composure only for the sake of those around him. The gentle but troubled look in his eyes seems completely out of proportion with the stern countenance and sharp lines of the masculine face.]
This is the weirdest event that's ever happened. I mean, not even counting the time they had us bursting into random song, or swapping our genders, or turning into little kids. I guess it's not as harmful as the Nightmares or the Voices, or the Dreamscape.
But... this...?
I-I mean, I like you, Colonel, but... I-I... h-how am I going to take a shower now...?
[The stern face softens, and he rubs his head, closing his eyes with a soft, high sound of distress that seems entirely alien to this throat.]
The smell of my own aftershave is making me sick.
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