#[ one day DL will be able to be like ''i think your moustache is handsome''

[strongfuck]

Hearing DL confirm his worst fears makes Rhys grimace, a hand raising self-consciously to touch his moustache with the pads of his fingers. After all the effort he's gone to keep it so meticulously shaped over the months, the thought of losing it almost hurts. And the eventual half-assed, stubbled moustache that would result in his attempt to grow it back wouldn't be awesome at all.

At least, a part of his mind provides, D isn't telling you to shave it because they hate it.

"...I kind of hate that it'd be that simple, but you do have a point."

He sighs, lips turning into a slight pout as his cheek falls into his palm in lament.

"Curse my Atlas-brand notoriety."

Considering the corner of his mouth twitches up after he's said it, though, it's clear he's not that upset. He'll be able to grow it back in a few days, anyway-- he'll just have to not let anyone in his office. (Thank God for the ECHO-Net.)

"All right." He claps his hands once. "D, after your holiday" -- Rhys straightens, hands curled lightly over the back of his chair -- "I want you compiling the most interesting tech news on the planets in our star system. Focus on work that helps environmental sustainability especially-- our cities are looking good, and our biodomes are producing healthy plants, but we still want to make sure Promethea doesn't suffer the more we progress.

"Once you've put a list together, let me know. We'll pick our destination then."

"What do I think? I....uh, thanks for putting me on the spot here, Rhys."

The broker came to a blank at the question, why is decision-making so damn difficult? They weren't quite sure how to answer because, of course, DL understood that Rhys would rather not part with his amazing facial hair.

"I think if you did have to go incognito, yeah, sadly, Rhys, your fantastic moustache would have to go. It's one of those things that makes you... Well... you. And that would mean you could get hurt, and I really don't want that to happen to you. So yeah, you'd have to shave the bugger off."

They tried not to laugh, but a smile was plastered on their face. After a few moments of ruminating in their seat and fidgeting with that golf ball in their hands, DL carefully put it back into their pocket. Scooting over on their seat, they wheeled over to Rhys and got a closer look at his facial features.

"Hmm....okay. You'd probably not need to use a Quick-Change, not even for a haircut!"

Getting up and close to their boss was the last thing the broker expected, but hey, it makes for a very interesting day.

"Think of it this way, there wouldn't be much you'd need to change."