So there I was, minding my own business while reading some fanfic earlier this afternoon, when all of a sudden a scene burst into my head of Hal in a dinosaur onesie. This then lead to me and my bestie assigning a onesie to each Rangeman and the formulation of a story idea. It will be executed in many short chapters and told entirely from Tank's perspective. I hope you enjoy it.
Kigurumi Time!
A growl left my throat as the phone rang out for the third time in a row. Cal had just received a tip off about one of our higher end skips and we needed to act on it fast before he disappeared again, but I couldn't get a hold of Hal to confirm what intel he'd managed to dig up earlier to verify if it was a reliable tip or if someone was just screwing with us. I might have just grabbed the file from the out tray on the desk in his cubicle, but the guy was a complete slob. Finding the right file would take ages and time was of the essence here.
I stalked down stairs to the fourth floor and made a beeline for his apartment, wasting no time in pounding a fist against the door and yelling at him to wake the fuck up. It took a full minute for him to get the door open and when he did I wasn't even sure what I was looking at. He'd been asleep, for sure; he was still rubbing sleep from his eyes. But what the hell was he wearing? It was green and yellow and…
"Is that a dinosaur costume?" I demanded, all thoughts of the information I needed to get from him having been pushed from my mind at the sight of his absurd attire.
He yawned, taking a moment to look down at himself, like he'd forgotten what he was wearing. "It's a Kigurumi," he informed me, scratching his head through the dinosaur-head-shaped hood.
"A what?" I'd never heard of a Kiga- whatever he'd just said.
"A Kigurumi," he repeated. "A onesie."
"I thought only babies wore onesies," I pointed out.
He shook his head, flipping off the hood so he could better satisfy his head itch. "Not anymore. They're all the rage."
I blinked once, struggling to compute. I'd never thought of Hal as one to be on trend. In fact, he was quite definitely off trend. It begged the question, "Why are you wearing it?"
Hal blushed and shrugged. "Steph got it for me. It's surprisingly comfortable." He paused, glancing down at himself again before adding. "And warm."
It definitely seemed like the kind of gift Steph would give. "Why a dinosaur onesie?" I asked, purely out of curiosity. As far as I knew, Hal had no interest in dinosaurs, or archaeology. Hell, when we'd all gone to see Jurassic World Last year he'd said he wasn't interested. Why a dinosaur?
The blush that had been fading away immediately intensified and he avoided looking at me at all costs. "Because I'm her Halasaurus," he told my shoe, then, travelling his gaze back upward, he asked, "Did you really just wake me up to talk about my pyjamas?"
"No," I said firmly, remembering the skip. "You need to go upstairs and talk to Cal. We got a tip on Shaperov that we need to verify."
He looked down at his onesie yet again, then up to me. "Do I need to get changed? I'm not technically due to be on shift until-"
My fist clenched as I attempted to not hurl him across the hall. "Just get the fuck up there, Hal," I commanded. "Time is money!" And with that, I turned on my heel, stalking towards the elevator. I was glad when I heard the click of his door and a moment later his green and yellow form zoomed past me en route of the stairwell. The guy was an absolute lamb. He trembled at the very thought of invoking my or Ranger's wrath, and yet Steph saw fit to dress him as a dinosaur? I shook my head, pressing the call button for the elevator. Not just any dinosaur, I reminded myself. A green and yellow cutesy t-rex. What the fuck?
Stay tuned to find out what kind of onesie each of the guys has.
