[It's a fine day in Camp Fuck You Die, and our favorite cranky novelist is sitting under a tree with a brand new notebook, considering what to write for his next book. As he has no ideas, he decides to have some fun -- less fanfiction, more mocking what counts as popular literature these days. Just as Edward and Bella meet in an impassioned embrace in the rain, hands slipping on wet skin and Edward's overstyled hair melting into a goopy mess over his eyes,
these begin to rain from the sky, sparkling like diamonds in the sun~]
....
[And, rather uncharacteristically, Yuki Eiri bursts out laughing.]