...Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat! Not too big, not too small, just the size of Montreal! A Blessed Samhain and Happy Halloween to you all!
Actually, I didn't get back to anyone until the day was technically over either, but hey, hopefully we'll do this all over again next year, which will allow for more warning and planning. ^_^
The costume sounds great! I'm looking forward to pictures. *G*
...I fear as the hour gets later I'm getting weirder, but...
Moustaches in the Mist
Wash had never seen a gorilla. And honestly, he wasn't even sure there were any left in the 'verse to see. But Zoe said that when she was nothin' more than a little girl, she'd paid a credit to sneak a look at a gorilla in a cage, and while she could never quite tell if it was a real animal or someone in a mask, it had seemed so sad, cooped up and unmoving other than the heaving of its chest.
Secretly, Wash doubted Zoe had ever been anything other than his Amazon Queen; that she had sprung forth, fully-formed, a perfect balance of smart and beautiful and fierce and woman, too perfect to have ever been anything other than what she already was. But he believed everything that she said, and if she said that she'd seen a gorilla, then she'd seen what she said she saw.
And so when he brought up the prospect of growing back his moustache, wanting to look a little more distinguished for his beautiful bride, she told him that it made her think of that poor caged up gorilla, clinging to the bars, sagging, matted fur wobbling with each breath, he abandoned all thoughts of growing it back.
Still, as he stood at the mirror, razor in hand, the first promising stubble about to be beset by the blade, he couldn't help a small twinge of something quite like regret at the extinction of such a noble, proud animal as the hair on his upper lip.
Actually, I didn't get back to anyone until the day was technically over either, but hey, hopefully we'll do this all over again next year, which will allow for more warning and planning. ^_^
The costume sounds great! I'm looking forward to pictures. *G*
...I fear as the hour gets later I'm getting weirder, but...
Moustaches in the Mist
Wash had never seen a gorilla. And honestly, he wasn't even sure there were any left in the 'verse to see. But Zoe said that when she was nothin' more than a little girl, she'd paid a credit to sneak a look at a gorilla in a cage, and while she could never quite tell if it was a real animal or someone in a mask, it had seemed so sad, cooped up and unmoving other than the heaving of its chest.
Secretly, Wash doubted Zoe had ever been anything other than his Amazon Queen; that she had sprung forth, fully-formed, a perfect balance of smart and beautiful and fierce and woman, too perfect to have ever been anything other than what she already was. But he believed everything that she said, and if she said that she'd seen a gorilla, then she'd seen what she said she saw.
And so when he brought up the prospect of growing back his moustache, wanting to look a little more distinguished for his beautiful bride, she told him that it made her think of that poor caged up gorilla, clinging to the bars, sagging, matted fur wobbling with each breath, he abandoned all thoughts of growing it back.
Still, as he stood at the mirror, razor in hand, the first promising stubble about to be beset by the blade, he couldn't help a small twinge of something quite like regret at the extinction of such a noble, proud animal as the hair on his upper lip.
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