Pffftttt

Yeah yeah as if anyone's really on the edge of their seat.

Thought I'd say it anyway. Um.

I hate straight hair. I hate straight hair. I hate straight hair. It's no fun to draw. It make's people's heads look like frickin' lightbulbs. Straight hair sucks. Fuck you, gravity. And also, hips and midriff? Stop being a bitch. Normally you're so nice to me; what happened all of a sudden? I apologize if I did something to upset you... just stop being unflattering, to say the least. Despite all this, I do ever so much like your title, your theme of chance, of fate. I can't wait until the cards fall into place and the two of you can exist side-by-side as friends--lovers?--and show those apocalyptic cyberfiends what you're made of.

I guess I've been spoiled majorly be Zelos and his wonderful, wonderful hair. Air-light waves, tresses and tresses of buoyant, bubbly, bouncing curls--it's a dream come true~ It can do anything it wants. He knows nothing of "Bad Hair Days". And those aviator glasses and sculpted abs? Damn boy, you is fine. Just need to bring that hand of yours up to par with the rest of your beautiful manbod and you'll be golden~ Yeaaa boiiii

And trust me, I haven't forgotten you, my massive, massive baby. You just require lots of hours and are so fragile, I'm almost afraid to touch you. You're a miracle, and you know it. I've dedicated at least twenty hours to you, and I promise I'll put in a hundred more if it means finally being able to wrap you up and ship you out as a gift I promised long ago. But then, even if you're not exactly what they're looking for, I'll still love you. (Except for you, not-naked Yuan. Anything that isn't you naked can go die in a hole. That includes your over-decorated twin-axe of mega proportions.) I just wish I hadn't been so hasty in your development... I didn't know what I was doing, entirely. It's... fixable. But dearie you have to understand... you're a special needs case. My massive, massive special needs promise baby.

That poor dog. Maybe a goddess, but still a dog. You have your mini-ref all set up and ready to go, but the real you is nowhere to be found. For the moment, I had lost my inspiration to keep you alive, but don't worry. I won't pull the plug on you just yet~

Art to come.

...Someday.