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Kotoha looks...a little different when the video feed starts up. Her hair, despite being in its normal bun-and-tail combo, has acquired a...quality. Despite not looking any different, it can now only be described as perfect. Movie-star perfect. As she talks and smiles, her teeth flash and gleam a dazzling, photoshopped white. Her golden eyes catch the gleam of the spotlight shining down on her, turning into twin pools of molten gold.

"Helloooo, Hinoto-Ri! I know that you can't bear to be without the sight of my perfect, beautiful face or the sound of my soothing, melodious voice for too long, so I'm graciously appearing to you unwashed masses! You may now bask in my radiance!"

She strikes a pose and holds it for a few seconds so that her audience can bask. And then her face turns sad and uncertain, with large, glimmering tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

"After all, I'm nothing without an audience to prop me up! If you stopped approving of me, I don't know what I'd do! So, please, tell me what about me you don't like! Am I too pretty? Too smart? Too talented? If it'll make you feel better about your sad, pathetic lives, I don't mind pretending you're better than me!"

With that, Kotoha straightens up out of her pleading stance, her expression suddenly back to smiling.

"So, what'd you think? Was my impersonation spot-on, or what? If any of you see that vacuous simp, feel free to tell her she can keep hiding what she really is - I'm perfectly capable of taking her rightful place at the top of the heap myself."