Motoko POV: Just two girls palling around.
Hiromi POV: The fit Japanese girl ascending super merc pining the smaller rising Japanese Corpo girl that probably rushed straight from class and oh, no! She's right there!
"Oh, Hiromi! Congratulations on becoming a best selling author," Motoko enthused after finally getting her friend to come to the gym to exercise her corpo-shaped body.
"Yes, thank you very much, Motoko," the corpo girl in question tried very hard not to think about how they were wearing matching workout leotards.
"So your book is titled 'Loverunners'? I haven't read it yet. No time. What is it about?"
"Oh, you know. About a lonely corpo girl and her deadly solo.. friend. Yes, friend. They have adventures. Friend adventures."
Hiromi didn't know if she never wanted her friend to read her story or not. Then she realized that even if Motoko read it, there is no guarantee she would catch on to the similarities, innuendos, or anything really other than the jobs and missions part. That dense, dense, idiotic, super-fit Motoko. Ugh.
"Cool! Yes, I'm still using 'cool'! I'm bringing it back, choomba."
"Sure thing, Motoko."
"Anyways, where did you even get the idea for your story?" Motoko asked as she started her slow stretching warm ups.
Hiromi tried not to stare. Tried.
"Hmm? Oh, you know. Inspiration from life. Things I see."
"Really? Must be interesting things to see at your school. Oh, maybe we'll do some 'friend adventures' later, too. Just the two of us. That sounds like fun! We can go to the range or I can make more grenades and... where are you going, Hiromi?"
"Workout time is over! I have to go!"
Motoko, confused, watched as her best friend urgently rushed out the door while still wearing her workout clothes.
"Hmm. I guess inspiration can hit at any time?" she said to herself, ignoring everyone else at the gym slowly shaking their heads, "I'll just have to get Hiromi into shape next week. Twelveth time's the charm, right? "