(Hello this makes me cringe but tAkE iT)
Cyrus let out an exasperated sigh. "Commander Saturn, cease. Please."
"OwO?"
"Saturn, please."
The younger man continued to stare at him, his lips eerily upturned into a 'w'.
'He's been like this for weeks...' Cyrus blinked a few times, his steel gaze locked on the Nyan Sugar Neko Girl reject. Saturn never seemed to blink... it terrified Cyrus to an extent. The cold remorse in his eyes turned to a depressed form of merit, and Saturn's exterior of cringey internet lingo faded somewhat. He tilted his head in confusion. "O-OwO..?"
Cyrus rested cold hands on his commander's shoulders, giving him a rough shake. "Snap out of it, now. Arceus, I'll have you demoted to grunt and make you get rid of that ridiculous hair of yours." He hissed, and Saturn seemed impassive towards that.
Several attempts to shake his right-hand man later, the two other commanders eventually made their way over to Cyrus. The man sighed with relief, letting go of Saturn.
"Commander Jupiter and Mars. I require assistance regarding Saturn."
Jupiter closed her eyes. "UwU."
"N-No..." Cyrus clutched his chest, his knees buckling, "Mars.. p-please..."
Mars simply crossed her arms, a bitter smile across her face as she muttered the last words Cyrus would ever hear.
"OuO."
