She was afraid of her parental figure...? ...Was that normal? Heâd never had parents in the strictest sense and had no frame of reference, but as far as he could tell, that wasnât normal behavior.Â
   [âź] â...I donât know a lot about how human father and daughter relationships work...but that doesnât sound right at all...,â Len focused on her grim expression, hoping to catch a glimpse of some recognizable emotion or indicator. Usually he would try and grab a general definition from songs he had downloaded into his internal database, but... there was nothing that quite seemed to illustrate that sort of thing through explicit keywords.
   But if this human Rin was afraid, he wouldnât discredit her claims. He may not be able to comprehend her situation, but he was no stranger to fear -- that could easily translate between their differences of artificial memory and organic memory.Â
   He offered an encouraging smile as the elevator began to slow to a halt from their ascent. [âź] âItâs kind of pain to share a room with her, though...Rinâs very messy, so you may have to clear some space. But you can stay as long as you want. I donât think Crypton will mind much.â
   The glass doors slid open to reveal a rather vibrant yet simple living space -- a circular room five stripes of color to represent each VOCALOID unit thus far spread around the white walls, complimenting the couch, chairs and bean bags organized neatly in the center that were in the same shades. A TV was set on top of a black stand, complete with Playstation 4 and an unused Dreamcast -- compliments of SEGA, as far as Len was aware -- with stacks of video games were piled beside it all, all of it resting on top of a soft black carpet to offset the white wall and tiles. Towards the back of the living room was a long hallway, with each set of doors leading of into one unitâs personal bedroom.
    He motioned for her to follow as he approached one of the middle doors, with a silver nameplate stenciling out RIN and LEN in golden lettering. The left side of the door was entirely covered in various doodles, scraps of paper and notations, while the right remained bare save for a simple small white board with a black EXPO marker resting on top. The board had a few production schedule notes as well as complimentary doodle from Rin that had appeared at some unknown point.
     [âź] âThe showerâs at the end of the hall if you want it, but this is our room. Kaito-nii and Meiko-san are already in bed, so you probably wonât have to worry about sound.â He cracks a slightly nervous expression as erases the note on his board, scribbling out the following dayâs production schedule in neat lettering. âSleep mode doesnât really allow you to wake up without a manual command.â
