Trojie pranced along the PPC hallway, her hair in curls and her flowing white and red summer dress with floral patterns hanging loosely off her. Turning a corner, she collided with Pads, and the two fell to the ground, tangled with each other. The two staggered into a sitting position, and Trojie look at Pads suspiciously, before slowly beginning to smile.

"We're wearing the same dress," she pointed out in mock-innocence.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" said Pads, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

"I think you know the only solution," Trojie said, moving closer.