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Petra grinned proudly and blushed, looking down at her lap and shrugging nonchalantly,
"Oh, it's nothing, really. Just something I liked doing as a kid, that's all." By the time Petra had finished Ana's nails, Jukka could be heard going down the halls yelling about gym class in thirty minutes.
Groaning, Petra stood up and smiled, then looked down at her outfit and grimaced,
"Yeah, this is definitely something appropriate for gym. I don't even think I brought any gym clothes other than sneakers. Oh well, I hope they give us uniforms. But thank you for this, Bianca. This is the most normal I've felt in quite a while." She moved toward the door and threw a grin over her shoulder,
"I'll see you both in a few minutes, yeah? I'm going to put on my shoes and fix a bottle of water before I go."
After bidding them both goodbye, Petra went back to her dorm and rooted through her suitcases until she found her black and white sneakers. She pulled them on and filled her bottle with water from the sink, then headed downstairs and to the gym. She didn't see anyone she recognized waiting around so she went straight to the girls' locker room and sighed with relief when she found the uniforms on the table.
"These are a little too short for my taste but okay," Petra muttered to herself and pulled on the uniform, still adjusting the shorts even as she went back out into the gym to wait by herself with her tail tucked between her legs.