Chapter Fifty - Trash Panda Pondering
Chapter Fifty - Trash Panda Pondering
"You must choose one. Cut the general working's salary. Or cut the security force's salary. You absolutely cannot do both."
--Lessons in Human Resources, Fifth Edition, 2038
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The ride back home, with Rac clinging to me from behind as I rode my bike across the skies, was about as awkward as I expected it to be.
Probably more for me than for her, to be fair. She hadn't done anything weird, just hung out with a boy close to her age.
Maybe I was reading too much into it. It wasn't like I was her mom or anything. She could do what she wanted. I was pretty sure Gros Baton was like... seventeen-ish, so there wasn't anything too weird there. He was definitely a better friend to make than the gang she'd been riding with recently.
Well, I guess mercs weren't a gang, but Garter and his little buddies were bad influences.
A bunch of samurai were probably much better people to hang out with. Probably.