[It's so oppressively still now that all the chaos is over. He's largely healed up after the attack at the hospital, something he mostly suffered through quietly, with a few people helping him patch himself up. It was a miserable blow getting the hospital in a good state only to have it ruined all over again.]
[He seems to heal faster in this state so the injuries are gone, though the places he got clawed healed over in patches of scaly skin. He is...not exactly feeling his best. More and more skin has been changing. When he looks in the mirror, he doesn't recognize himself, for so many reasons.]
[But he's not going to linger on any misery. He's going to find an excuse to do something about it.]
[Pleasant company is always a good excuse to get on your feet, and beautiful women deserve to have the people propositioning them actually grooming themselves instead of looking like they live under a bridge in a Sanctuary City in the dark ages. It's enough motivation to find scissors and an old-fashioned bladed razor to tidy up his hair and shave off a beard that started in the Dominion camp.]
[Between that and the shower, it's the first time his face has looked like his own in a while. Even with the animal eyes.]
[After dressing in a way that would pass for quite fashionable in the Federation (and therefore slightly ridiculous in many other cultures, so many clashing patterns and weird cuts), he makes sure his place is clean and a neat since he has no idea where she might want to meet, grabs his mask, and settles casually on his couch. He takes far too long to arrange the throw pillows and decide how casually he should cross his legs, changing his mind about three times.]
[Then he finally puts on his mask and reaches out. This is the first time she'll have actually seen him clean-shaven. Even with how tired he still looks, it takes off years.]
Good evening, Kalmiya. Now that all the chaos is over, is there any chance you might be free one of these evenings? I was wondering if you might like some company.
after week 4 of plot, when things go quiet
[He seems to heal faster in this state so the injuries are gone, though the places he got clawed healed over in patches of scaly skin. He is...not exactly feeling his best. More and more skin has been changing. When he looks in the mirror, he doesn't recognize himself, for so many reasons.]
[But he's not going to linger on any misery. He's going to find an excuse to do something about it.]
[Pleasant company is always a good excuse to get on your feet, and beautiful women deserve to have the people propositioning them actually grooming themselves instead of looking like they live under a bridge in a Sanctuary City in the dark ages. It's enough motivation to find scissors and an old-fashioned bladed razor to tidy up his hair and shave off a beard that started in the Dominion camp.]
[Between that and the shower, it's the first time his face has looked like his own in a while. Even with the animal eyes.]
[After dressing in a way that would pass for quite fashionable in the Federation (and therefore slightly ridiculous in many other cultures, so many clashing patterns and weird cuts), he makes sure his place is clean and a neat since he has no idea where she might want to meet, grabs his mask, and settles casually on his couch. He takes far too long to arrange the throw pillows and decide how casually he should cross his legs, changing his mind about three times.]
[Then he finally puts on his mask and reaches out. This is the first time she'll have actually seen him clean-shaven. Even with how tired he still looks, it takes off years.]
Good evening, Kalmiya. Now that all the chaos is over, is there any chance you might be free one of these evenings? I was wondering if you might like some company.