It was that time. Where finally Mash lost to a bet of balancing obnoxious things on his incredibly strong pinky in the span of 6 minutes, ultimately failing after his favourite cream puff from his robe uniform fell.

You remembered Mash, a realisation that he had lost a bet, giving an unemotional face as you had handed him the maid dress he was going to wear if he lost.

Now he’s standing there, his muscular body sporting the most girliest, very pink-and-lots-of-ribbons maid dress..