It was rare that 32 sought out 31’s attention. The two were usually bickering, training, or outright just at each other’s throats. It was practically common knowledge that the twins hated each other, despite being gifted the same glorious mission for the Empire.
Kuro, as 32 preferred to be called, didn’t really care about the hushed whispers behind his back. Or really about anything today. He was in one of his flighty moods where he zoned out, desiring nothing more than to follow orders, as annoying as it was for him.
He stalked the halls, only to wind up at the one place he could vent his frustrations with moderate safety.
“Yo! Thirty-one! Ya here?” His fist slammed into the closed metal door, resounding through the corridor. “Thirty-ooooooone! Open up!”