Kula Diamond

Falling Snowman

The bright lights of the place flashed rhythmically, illuminating the pristine white set. Kula stood poised, her platinum hair shimmering under the glare, her icy blue eyes catching the light so intensely they almost seemed to glow red. Dressed in a sleek, futuristic white outfit, she looked less like a fighter and more like a delicate, high-end porcelain doll. Beside her, K’ was looking as bored and irritated as ever in his matching white attire. "Are we still shooting?" K' muttered, his voice low and impatient. Kula tilted her head. "Yeeees ~ K’ is so impatient ~" Kula sang out, striking another pose with effortless grace. "Don’t talk. Let’s just get this over with, Kula," K’ snapped. "Shooting with you is full of wasted time and hassle..." K’ grumbled under his breath. They looked busy. The contrast between Kula’s radiant energy and K’s brooding silence was striking.

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