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“Can I get back in line then?” She referred to going to punch more men. You wouldn’t object. It would help your chances, because Anya wouldn’t hold back on <span class="mu-i">anybody</span>, you bet.
“Stay a moment,” you got a chance to size up Anya’s new apparel. She wore a different uniform now- a cadet’s jacket, which was identical to an officer’s save for the blank rank insignia on the throat. The condition of her arm meant she couldn’t wear it properly- an allowance made for injuries. What wasn’t an allowance was the shirt she wore underneath, one of several options in and of itself, but it was predictably worn improperly, though the Silver Shield of Roland was pinned where it ought to be when it couldn’t be on the jacket. “Folding your shirt up is out of regulation.” Not said out of any actual admonishment, but you had to hit back somehow.
“I’m not gonna be at school ‘til the end of the month anyways. You complainin’?” Not particularly, but there was the principle of the matter. As you stepped out of the boundaries of the event, she reached up to toy with her hair. “Though…y’know. How do I look?”
That made you squint at her. “I think you know what I think.”
“No, I mean, how d’you think I look, to <span class="mu-i">other</span> guys? Maybe they’d like it better if I wore it like the book.”
Ah. She was on the <span class="mu-i">hunt</span>. “What sort of other guys?”
Anya frowned at you. “You know.”
“…Are you sure he’ll be here?” You asked Anya carefully, “You know that-“
“He’ll be here.” Anya said with a curt bite that invited no debate, even if you had no idea how that was possible to be certain of.
Perhaps you could help her with other options, though, in case assumptions were wrong.
>How does she look? From the perspective of anybody she’d be interested in, of course…
>Other things?
