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“So, where are we?” The peach-haired girl asked as her eyes scanned the wasteland they found themselves in.
“Good question,” the brunette girl replied as she looked up at the night sky and the trio of moons looking down at them.
“Where’d our ship crash?” The peach-haired wondered aloud.
“About a hundred miles that way,” the brunette pointed, “give or take.”
“Well, better get walking then,” the peach girl skipped ahead.
“Probably won’t find anything of value in that crash,” the brunette pointed out, “but it’s better than wandering aimlessly.”
“What do we do when we get there then?” The peach girl inquired.
“Well, if they’re any scavengers scoping it out, we’ll jump them and take their stuff,” the brunette answered. “If we’re lucky, they’ll have their own ship.”
“Ooh, can I be the crazy one this time?” The peach girl jumped. “I’ve been practicing my threatening voice.”
“You are the crazy one,” the brunette chuckled, which earned her a pout from her companion. “Knock yourself out.”
“Yeah,” the peach girl bounced. “How about I start by going, ‘alright, hand over all your goods, or I’ll start breaking bones?’ I’d need a raggedy cape or something to do it right.”
“Sure, sure,” the brunette suppressed a laugh. The threat had fallen flat when paired with such a cutesy voice. “Don’t worry, I’ll assure them of how crazy you are. You want me to hold you back too?”
“Yeah, yeah, do that,” the peach girl nodded as the two walked into the horizon, the trio of moons drifting ever higher into the sky.
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An important factor in dealing with failure is deciding one's next step.
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