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[b]“Gotta love a strict hierarchy,”[/b] Xuan-Yu sang, not meaning a single word he had spoken. Sure, it worked out this time, with one superior being more lenient than the other superior, but there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to do shit anyways if he had to.

Didn’t need to in this case though, and it helped doubly that there were only 50 stationed here after all. Not exactly what he was aiming for, but on the other hand, it was substantial at least. Xuan-Yu flashed a thumbs up at the Japan-allied Frame Pilot’s directives, before moving to the back and hefting up the beers once more. Going after Elise to the center of the camp, where the temporary mess hall was established, Xuan-Yu stepped in, surveyed his surroundings, and then, just as promptly, kicked Elise and Louisa out.

Full of shit he was, he was also serious about wanting them to fuck off. It was after work hours, and they essentially came here under false pretenses and the promise of a drinking party. There was no reason whatsoever, then, to have them on the side of those who served.

And so, his domain established, Xuan-Yu made use of elementary school math to calculate the servings, made sure the trays of utensils and plates were ready, and got to work.

Word would spread in a bit, and once that happened, he’d be too busy to think.