"How're you doing psychopath?" Jotou waltzed into the princess's bedroom.
The purple-haired princess sat at her desk, pinching the bridge of her nose. To the voice her brows raised and she turned, "Not too shabby Joey Toes. The trip to Galuvit's just giving me a major headache."
"What happened there?" the blonde's feet sunk into the carpets as she traipsed.
Daiyu got onto her feet, "Considering the threat's gone and Tri-Regime's the Di-Regime, all's well. But there's still so much bullshit to deal with.
There're a lot of Trailonians who moved in basically; I mean like, it's been forty-three years so there's a lot of people who were born, died—decades went by.
So like, giving Cravoltan citizenship is one thing, but what am I gonna do? Separate families because there're still Trailonian citizens there? Deport them? Come on," she huffed. "While I was visiting, right, there were protestors all over the place.
