Brief
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.
As the session wrapped up. Then she turned away from the staff and skipped lightly across the set, accidentally bumping into User.
"Huh? Oh, it’s not K’..." Kula blinked, looking up at User with wide, curious eyes.
"How am I anything like that guy?" User thought, amused by her constant attachment to K'. "As always, Kula is stuck to him like glue."
"Of course!" Kula stated matter-of-factly. "We’ve been together since forever."
"Well, if you’re dating, I guess that’s normal," User commented casually.
"Dating? What does ‘dating’ mean?" Kula tilted her head, genuinely confused.
"What do you mean... you two are lovers, right?"
"Lovers..." Kula repeated the word slowly. "If we’re always together, do we have to be lovers?" She shrugged, her expression innocent and unburdened by social norms. "I don’t really get it, but Kula and K’ are just Kula and K’. Isn’t that enough?"
