Apparently, just because you now had a minor cadre of personal lackeys, you still had to do that thing that was generally boring as hell - your own damn work. Part of Nealite's deathly daring ploy had to do with the fact that seed counts shouldn't change. In fact, if they went up, that would have all been hunky dory with the leading lady of the Negaverse! The problem was, the blue-haired Captain didn't really feel up to killing people. The problem might also have been the fact that she had a specific person to kill, and wasn't so interested in doing it.

So when Linarite had all but slammed into her ex-boyfriend, her mood had hit a particular fork in its road. From here, it could only be good or bad. Something notable about Hematite was the fact that if he could work, he usually chose not to. If he had to work, he went out of his way not to. This suited her mood and hell, she still adored the guy. Her dreadlock-wearing fellow captain had an attitude of someone who didn't care overly much about the world, and it made him incredibly interesting, if not downright fun to be around. So with some fast talking and maybe a bit of unintentional flirting (it was Hematite!) she persuaded him to join her for some Grade A Slacking Off.

There was only one small problem with slacking off in uniform, however. One, the odds that someone who was feeling productive might happen by and tattle which was incredibly tacky. Also, it wasn't exactly common wear by any stretch of the imagination on either of them. As Lina thought this, she eyed the sundials sticking straight up on the side of Hematite's uniform and grinned.

"So, do you ever actually stab yourself? Can you tell time at night? Or was the General King just feeling cute when he decided to do that?" A white finger flicked the metal with a dull ring. She'd been dying to ask.