∞—- What is the cure for singing software that doesn’t sound human enough?
As a VOCALOID, Len is frequently faced with this question. He’s an android - one in a million, precisely. He could create the Kagamine Len name, strive towards that for the entirety of his existence, and immediately be erased the next day if he no longer produces the desired sound. A better model would follow him, with this error corrected in his programming.
He’s found that the answer to his question usually lies in human experiences. When Kagamine Rin accompanies him, they are sure to pull pranks, and behave as humans their age would. When they’re together, it’s a complete act, and they can smile and be happy. Now he’s alone, and human behavior seems far beyond his usual mopey self. He wrings his hands together, looking towards the school he’s walking by. It’s releasing, and the students are laughing and talking to one another. Just those sounds are the human sounds that he’s already missing. He stops abruptly, watching with such interest. The person behind of him crashes into him because of how abruptly he stopped. and he jerks, quickly turning to face them.
{Iro|ツ|✿} — She is in a daze. The sun is radiating glimmering rays that glow on her milky canvas — and sure, it is pleasant. Although, the warmth that it conveys has a price of partially blinding her oculi. A hand is arched over her eyes — half-lidded to diminish & circumvent, most likely, the light.
Mmm, given the foregoing, walking in such situation was indeed troublesome; all the students having a hullabaloo to get out of class. Unlike the others, she just wanted to tranquilly make her way out. Jinx, of course, it was no astonishment that the pinkette would walk straight into trouble. Or, well, straight into bumping a person.
|✿| — "A - ah, watch it!"
{Iro|ツ|✿} — Perhaps that was a speck too rude sounding, and that was the least she wanted to be, but it was a sufficing reflex. After all, with the successive words; a tender diction to produce a successful apology. Now, more than having being shaken off with annoyance, it was a twirl of remorse.
A nod is what she manages, thinking of the contribution of conversation she has to provide. At the moment, digits dust away her skirt, before tugging it into a suited place, meeting her coral to his cerulean hues.
|✿| — "I mean, sorry. I should have been more alert, too."
{Iro|ツ|✿} — Her chords force a chortle — dissimulating the balderdash, before her hand slides onto the nape of her neck. Who was he? She begins to speculate, while analyzing the previous moments. He appeared to be enthralled by the setting around him — that piqued her curiosity.
|✿| — "By any chance, do you go here?"
