Z23 pushed her glasses up her nose, her brow furrowing as she looked at the stack of destroyer class performance reviews. "Javelin, efficiency doesn't take a summer break. If we don't finish these logs, the Commander will—"
Ayanami put her console away, watching the seagulls circle the harbor. "The flavor is... 10 out of 10. Desu." Azur Lane: Bisoku Zenshin!
Defeated by the combined logic of a sleepyhead and a gamer, Z23 sighed and closed her book. "Fine. But we walk in formation. No running." Z23 pushed her glasses up her nose, her
"Z23, Nimi-chan! Stop looking at those technical manuals for one second!" Javelin chirped, waving a flyer for the base’s newest juice stand. "The ice is melting, and so are we!" and so are we!"