The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
Not done, but headed that way. Some things unfinished (e.g. hands) because they tie into other things.
I don’t normally panel-line in black on pieces as light as the light-red parts of this suit, but the decadence of the Destiny designs seemed to invite it.
