Fitz still hated the Oymyakon Foreign Service Academy"s formal uniform. Every time he had to wear it, he told himself he could get through it for just one night and then he"d never have to wear it again.
But he kept having to wear it again. And again.
The design wasn"t the problem, of course. All the foreign service academies used the same pants and tunic patterns. It was just the color scheme. He had been through a dozen academies in his time, and he had worn many colors proudly. Blue and silver. Green and gold. Scarlet and bronze.
But dark brown and darker brown?
Well, Fitz told himself as he and the others joined the party in progress, this time really had to be the last time. He only had one semester left, and no more breaks. This really, truly had to be the last time.
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