With a fresh pair of clothes on, Trinion looks at himself in the mirror, brushing his hair with his hands.
Trinion: Ugh, I wreak of sweat.
He lifted his arms, and smelled his armpits, after which he immediately regretted it. Quickly taking a perfume bottle which happened to be there, he sprayed nearly one-third of it over his body.
Trinion: Better.
He opens the door, into the usual busy chaotic chatter of the cafeteria.
Trinion: Is it usually this busy? There's quite a lot.
He looks around to spot the girls, at which he fails.
Trinion: Ah yes, this is definitely what I wanted.
Javelin: Hey, commander, over here!
Trinion spots Javelin and the others, right at the end of the café, and starts approaching them.
Trinion(mind): Which maniac decides to sit at the end?
Trinion: Apologies, apparently, four eyes weren't enough to spot you all.
Nimi: I-It's fine, besides, we were also taking a bit of a rest after running around the port
Trinion: I see.
Trinion(mind): What an impression, bravo me! dumbass.
Trinion: Right, I believe we're getting late, so we should order fast.
Ayanami: Ayanami will have pizza.
Javelin: Me too! Me too!
Laffey: Laffey....want....pizzzzzzzz.....
Trinion(mind): Did she fall asleep midway while speaking? Yes.
Nimi: I-I guess I'll go with a pizza too.
Trinion: Right then, a pizza is acceptable, now, which one do you all want?
All the girls said their choices at once, making a beautiful mixture which was not even close to resembling an English word or sentence.
Trinion: Wait, what do you mean by, "hdsjghksjdhgkjsdhfssdf" ? I don't see it here.
Nimi: W-We should tell one after the other.
Trinion: Y-yeah, it's impossible to understand.
Javelin: Right, I'll go first!
Trinion: Go ahead.
Javelin: I'll take a......medium mozarella pizza with extra cheese and mushroom.
Trinion: I see.
Trinion(mind): That costs 3100?!? Is that pizza or gold?!?!
Ayanami: I'll go with the demon dance pizza, medium size with extra cheese.
Trinion: Okay.
Trinion(mind): This is insanity! 4500 for a pizza?!?!
Nimi: I-I'll go with a barbeque onion, small.
Trinion(mind): This one's relatively cheap, around 2100. But still,
Trinion: Are you sure? You've chosen the most simplest one and possibly, the most blandest one.
Nimi: No, I-I'm fine with this.
Trinion: I demand you choose another.
Javelin: Yes, Nimi, choose another one!
Nimi: Erm......alright..........then a medium tropicano basella pizza.
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Naval Terror (Azur Lane Fanfiction)
FanfictionThis story involves a young, plump Indian who freshly got the rank of a naval commander to battle mysterious alien life who call themselves Sirens, in the seven seas of the world, along with an organisation, which aims at getting rid of them. Howeve...
