Catch-22: To Die Is To Live Hard
the five recruits exclaimed in unison, eliciting laughter from the others.
“Now, now, I’ve told you I’m no longer your Captain,” Blanche chuckled, a playful smile on her lips. She set the bouquet of flowers she was holding on the table and hung her white coat—folded neatly—in the side handle of the chair next to her. She wore a white long-sleeve shirt rolled up to her elbows and a black necktie. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, with strands falling gracefully around her face. She also sported a pair of stylish glasses.
“Wow, the Captain’s looking hot!” Yama chimed in, whistling. Aerith laughed, playfully nudging Yama’s arm.
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