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“We’ve got about 40 minutes,” She answered her sister’s question, flashing her a quick smile. Plopping down on her new bed, she sighed and swung her legs back and forth. Her new uniform felt so alien to her, and she missed her long chestnut hair. This whole ‘guy’ thing was going to take some getting used to. They didn’t even do their laundry right!
“Yea, you better eat up at breakfast, ‘cuz the rest of the food they serve around here tastes like cat shit!” Saiko (Odd name for an almost normal boy, really) piped up, pulling on a pair of combat boots.
“…Shinra doesn’t have the best food in the world, that’s why you don’t see any fat soldiers running around,” Kris explained, joining their group.
“Weren’t we supposed to get our schedules?” Animor questioned, raising a perfectly shaped brow.
“You’ll ‘prolly get ‘em sometime tomorrow, everything is always late around here.” Kris answered back.
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