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Royal Tropical Circles
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Fiiiiine, pants it is. I squeeze myself into a pair and trot after my squadmates into the hallway.
"So, uh, Skerz." I sidle up next to the youngest member of our team, pausing every now and then to take a nice big swig of a my Galaxy Gulp. "Since we're gonna be hangin' around here instead of goin' on duty, I was thinkin' -"
"Ohhhhhh my god, you're like, five billiiiiiiioooooon years ooooooold," she interrupted, rolling all five of her eyes. "No thaaaaanks!"
"Uh, I'm 25, and also that's not what I was gonna say." We check around the corner at the end of the hall for guards, then continue once the coast is confirmed clear. "I was thinkin', like, we should start thinking about how we can get more people to skip. How cool would it be if all of us just ended up, like, chilling all the time?"
"25 is reeeeeeaaaally old," she replies, barely stifling a giggle. "And uhm, I'm only gonna be here for like two more months soooooo? I don't really caaaaaare? But I guess I'll help out if you come up with a plan, like, by yourseeeeelf."
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