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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

It was not a bad day, really. It had been one of those odd weeks that had Algren questioning his sanity, perhaps, but today on its own? Was just fine.

... It was.

Really.

And he wasn't at all in the least bit of a sulk because most of his clothing was too small for the woman who had asked to borrow them while she was male, yesterday. No. He was Captain Nathan Algren. He didn't sulk.

He just worked. Paperwork and the like. Important work. And perhaps he was frowning in a way that might have appeared to be a sulk to the untrained eye. Totally different, that.

[OCD ~~on the way~~ up! Sorry this is a smidgen late. Busy day was busy!]

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Who is in terrible denial about the fact that he is so wee.

Mina came in that afternoon, smiling and holding a bag that contained Nathan's laundered hakama.

"Hello, sir," she said.

And at that, Nathan's sulk faded a little.

Funny, that.

"Good afternoon," he replied, bowing his head slightly in greeting. "Back to normal, I see."

"Indeed," Mina said. "I am grateful for the experience, but I am more grateful to be myself."

"It's always a little unsettling to be in a shape that isn't quite right," Nathan noted. "Although I suppose the upside of the days where the island insists we trade genders would be that, at the very least, we still have thumbs."

He was a huge fan of having thumbs. They were useful for things like holding a rifle, or a sword.

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"You've turned into things without thumbs?" Mina inquired.

"Not for any prolonged period of time, really." Nathan tapped the end of his pen lightly against the counter, and then set it down. "It was during the final raid on the Zombie Priest's hideaway. Our team was pelted with a hex of some sort. It was... somewhat uncomfortable."

Except for the tiger. Nathan could handle being a tiger again, should Fandom decide he had to be anything at all.

"Ah, yes," Mina said. "I was... differently afflicted, in that conflict."

Algren shifted his weight from one foot to the other, almost awkwardly.

"I remember."

That would have been the first time she'd ended up borrowing his clothing, after all. His coat had fit her a little more loosely that time around.

"Speaking of, where are my manners? May I take that bag? You don't need to stand around with it all day, honestly."

"Yes, of course," Mina said, holding the bag out for him. "Always the gentlemen, Mister Algren."

"Only when I don't forget to be," he mused, stepping around the counter to take the bag, and then tucking it away behind the counter. "Thank you for returning those so quickly."

"It helped that I did purchase a suit for yesterday," Mina said. "Miss Day and I conducted an... experiment, last evening."

"Oh?"

No, Nathan, don't ask. Don't do it.

"... With suits?"

"With suits," Mina said. "Yes."

"Well, that sounds... educational." Don't think on it too hard, Nathan. It'll be okay. "And the verdict?"

Nathan's problem was clearly that he didn't pay attention to the narrative when it offered him advice.

"A unique experience," Mina said. "I think that is the only way to put it."

Nathan's brain was starting to perhaps twig on to what they were talking about just then. A little. Somewhat. Possibly.

"Well, at least it was that." And then he was shifting his weight once again. Standing for any prolonged period of time was still a bit of an endeavor. "Might as well, while you've got the opportunity, hm?"

Whatever Nathan was thinking of probably wasn't even what actually happened.

"It was for science, of course," Mina said.

"Of course."

He couldn't help it! The vagueness on the specifics of the 'experiment,' coupled with what he'd heard from time to time about Daisy on the radio...

"I don't suppose you'd be interested in joining me for tea sometime, perhaps?"

... And that was entirely out of left-field, yes.

Entirely out of left field, that it even caught Mina by surprise. Pleasant surprise, luckily.

"I would, in fact," Mina said, grateful she was no longer given to blushing. "I would find that most agreeable."

"How does your Friday look?"

He was smiling, now. He wasn't certain entirely what had possessed him to ask in the first place, but now that he had, and she'd agreed? Yes. Smiling.

"I could stop by after my time at the clinic?" Mina said.

"I'll be sure to have the kettle ready, then."

There was a little voice in the back of Nathan's head that was going, 'Yesssssss!'

He was inclined to agree with it.

"Your kindness knows no bounds," Mina said. "I shall look forward to it."

Moddable Zen.

With previous permission from Cable, of course.

I was not here because I was somewhere else!

Getting myself a shiny new McJob. Mmmmm, employment and half-priced cheeseburgers.

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