Ayanami nodded silently, her gaze fixed on a handheld gaming console. "The boss fight requires high frame rates. Heat causes thermal throttling. We must seek the juice stand for the sake of the high score."
Ayanami put her console away, watching the seagulls circle the harbor. "The flavor is... 10 out of 10. Desu." Azur Lane: Bisoku Zenshin!
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 nodded silently, her gaze fixed on a
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." We must seek the juice stand for the sake of the high score
"The Commander is currently being chased by Akagi and Taihou around the central fountain," Laffey interjected, appearing out of thin air as she often did. She was already halfway through a strawberry popsicle, her eyelids drooping at their usual sleepy angle. "The base is… technically… on standby."
"We didn't go on a sortie," Z23 corrected, though she couldn't hide a small smile as the cold drink finally chased away the afternoon slump.
The sun over the Azur Lane base was particularly stubborn today, baking the docks in a heat that made even the rigging feel heavy. For Javelin, however, the temperature was just an excuse to mobilize her best friends for a "Strategic Cooling Operation."