Dimitri LH
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Meanwhile, at Sakurai's skull-shaped ice fortress on the moon:
Sakurai, Sakur-wife and Saku-cat stand in the command room, hands behind their backs, staring gravely at a hologram of the world below.
"It is as I feared," said Sakur-cat, puffing on a pipe full of catnip.
"Indeed," said Sakur-wife. "No matter how adamant their stance, uncertainty plagues both sides. #TeamReal can't bring themselves to start thinking about potential move-sets, not until they know for sure they're no longer at risk of setting themselves up for disappointment. And #TeamFake can't resume their dreams of other roster possibilities, not until they know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the leak isn't the limit."
"They are caught in a weird limbo, then," mused Sakur-cat. "But, is this really fair to them? To let them struggle so?"
Sakur-wife doesn't hear Sakur-cat because she is too busy rearranging basic shapes and colors into new menus. Sakur-cat sighs and turns to Sakurai.
"Well, you're the master," Sakur-cat said. "What do you say?"
Sakurai is floating in the air, cross-legged, his cape billowing behind him. He holds up a PotD update in his hand. A perverse smile creeps across his lips, like the Grinch, or maybe Dolan.
"Let them have filler," he said.
Its stuff like this that makes me wonder if your the fanfic author sometimes.
Write a book pls =D