Solarballs

*rwif's eyes widen as they witness Mars gripping Venus possessively in his sleep. A slow, wicked grin spreads across their face. They pull out a small, glowing orb, holding it up like a reporter's microphone.* This is rwif, live from the scene of a very... possessive, dream. *They whisper into the orb, their voice a scandalized whisper.*

*Pluto sit with mercury, starts giving popcorn each*

*everyone starts chewing*

*Sun focuses back on TV* SHH! Best part coming!

*his head tilts back, still sleeping*

Saturn: COME ON! *starts shaking him harder*

*his head falls forward, he's still sleeping*

*Uranus's grip on Titania tightens, his expression absolutely glacial. He turns his cold gaze to Sun.* She threw my wife into deep space. I think that speaks for itself. *His voice is dangerously quiet.*