Commander's Rounds Volume 1

Entry 126: Language of Flowers

Admiral Hipper was up at a time that she was sure was irresponsibly late, but it was the only time she could get a real back and forth with her texting pal who was on the other side of the world. She had nested herself underneath the covers of her bed to keep the light of her phone from bothering anyone.

In this case, she was texting with Marco Barisi, the dashing Sardegnan commander of Azur Lane Atlantic, who she had met long ago. He had made quite an impression on her when they first met, giving her a due that she wasn't used to receiving from others, and so she was determined to keep in touch with him as much as she could manage. He was busy being a commander, but there were still times when she could strike up something approaching a conversation.

And since no one was around to see it, she could get on with it without being bothered.

R-Guitarist: You! What are you up to?

RockyMozzarella: Haha... Getting a welcome distraction from something boring! And if someone asks, I can just say I'm being contacted by a ship.

R-Guitarist: Ahhh... Is every commander in this organization so irresponsible?

RockyMozzarella: Hey, listening to ships is being responsible. And besides, it's pretty late for you where you are, signora, so I guess we get to be irresponsible together!

R-Guitarist: So... What are you wearing?

RockyMozzarella: This fantastic green uniform- I don't wear it off the job, on the job, it feels amazing. You?

R-Guitarist: Mmph... Just some black and red pajamas, and a bunch of bedcovers, if that even counts.

RockyMozzarella: Ahh... I bet anyone with an eye that sees the truth who heard that would pound down the door to have a glimpse of the lovely Teutonic signora in whatever she chooses as her nightwear.

Admiral Hipper blushed a bit, and smiled.

R-Guitarist: Hmph. It's nothing fancy like what any of my sisters wear. Might as well call me Admiral Frumpenstein.

RockyMozzarella: Haha... it's all right. It probably suits you more, anyways. I have seen your stage outfit, though. Splendid! Even if you're green-eyed, you haven't a thing to be jealous of.

Hipper turned a bit more red, glad that Eugen wasn't around... But even if she was seen, she wouldn't care what Eugen had to say.

R-Guitarist: Even if someone has to keep the rest of the band focused, it doesn't mean I can't dress the part.

RockyMozzarella: Ahhh, me and Bayern were just talking about how clothes make the person when we were out to dinner together.

Hipper blinked as she read it.

R-Guitarist: Come again? Were you two out on a date?

RockyMozzarella: Haha, guilty as charged... We've come to a good understanding of each other, even though it took a while.

R-Guitarist: Was it like, a first date?

RockyMozzarella: Ah... We've been at it for a few months now.

Hipper remained silent for a while.

RockyMozzarella: Signora? Hello?

Hipper ended the call.