Feb 05, 2012 21:52
[There's something on Ocelot's face.]
[Something smooth and bristly and... incredibly manly.]
[Ladies and gentlemen, Ocelot has grown a mustache. A short blond one, neatly trimmed above his upper-lip. But that's not all; his hair has grown out a few inches, and his beret is nowhere to be seen (so that he may show off the new hairdo).]
[If someone inspects his face, they may also notice a tiny bandage on his jaw. Evidence of unpracticed shaving. The mustache is there, but there's nothing left of blond beard-stubble that also had been sprouting. Despite that little flaw, Ocelot appears to be even more pleased with his appearance than usual (and he was already pretty damn pleased before). He's found himself a reflective enough window in one of the halls, and is admiring himself in it, smoothing the ends of the 'stache and tilting his head in various saucy poses.]
[...But this is not something that had been happening gradually over time, as is natural. Ocelot found an effect somewhere in the nexus that grew hair, and once he shaved a bit he was not at all dissatisfied with the results. He did not look like this a few hours ago.]
[But will he share that secret effect he found? Prrrrrobably not.]
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