"Blaagh, no," Kimba muttered stupidly at Palo's prodding. "S'all dark, too early for school..." The Wroonian snorted mirthlessly, though inwardly he was laughing himself silly. "Up. Now. We have a schedule to keep." "Not even a sanisteam before you go?" Palo remarked idly. "You're going to reek later today." "Shut it, Blue," she shot back, shuffling uncomfortably into her pants. "Damn, these are tight." "Alright, let's go," Kimba said mock-cheerfully after they had finished dressing, Palo having packed their "gift" in a hastily-bought velvet-lined box. "Right then, just follow the brass." — — —