Haruhara grinned to himself–ears perking right up, resuming the light kicks of his foot. “A battle for the ages that never happened… We haven’t worked out a when though, huh?”

(Dark rolls His eyes at this point, and absently flicks back the hair falling in front of His eyes. Haruhara must have a daft streak.)

One month in the future, according to Earthly timetables. Is that “when” enough for you?


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