おかえり☆

ĸιтeyo нαѕ вlooмed

— ℛ — ”Wow I’m so sad, are you only comparing to boobs? Woah, I didn’t think Auntie flat-san would be so addicted to these kind of stuff, and what do I care about you’re fiance? No one said this was a battle or something either.”

"I remember clearly that you were the one bringing this up. So, you're addicted to that then? Oh, the fiancé part? I didn't even said it was a battle. We can't compete, you should know that. You don't even have a boyfriend."

ĸιтeyo нαѕ вlooмed

— ℛ — ”Jealous? Jealous of what? You’re chest? I might not be but I’m happy I’m not someone who tries almost every little thing to seduce a man with such a flat chest.” Snort

"At least my chest is bigger than yours. You don't even have boobs to begin with. Also, sorry I beat you to it first, but I have a fiance. Too bad for you, huh?"

ĸιтeyo нαѕ вlooмed

— ℛ — ”Ahaha it’s definetily not a pleasure to meet you too, Auntie-flat-san~”

I wonder if she likes Len and she’s jealous since I’m so close with him, even though were just mirror images huhu ;;

"I hope you're not jealous, Grandma Pig." No.

ĸιтeyo нαѕ вlooмed

— ℛ — ”Auntie Wall-san, I’m too young to be a grandma and I’m not a pig nor human~”

"Then it's settled. Grandma Pig, it's not a pleasure to meet you."

ĸιтeyo нαѕ вlooмed

— ℛ — ”That’s amazing~ Can I call you auntie wall-san~♪?”

"Can I call you Grandma Pig then?"

ĸιтeyo нαѕ вlooмed

— ℛ — ”Duh, I’m not talking to a wall or anything, or are you a wall? Wall-san?”

#;www☆#hanaemibow #{ but -- you might regret it #i can't control her }

"Maybe I am a wall. Who knows?"

ĸιтeyo нαѕ вlooмed

— ℛ — ”Mikuuu! Teach me how to cook so I can make myself orange including food! Or maybe even sweets~!”

#;www☆#hanaemibow #{ hello!!!! thanks for the starter!!! }#{ also please bear with miku because she is a pain in the ass }

"Are you even talking to me."

everyone is leaving miku-chan alone

#nO FOR REALS #I HAVE TO RESPOND TO RPS #WHERE THE CHARACTER JUST GOES #SOBS #ur a little shit miku #;ooc☆

heeeeeeey. im p sure no one remembers me, right?

#;ooc☆

sekushibanana-deactivated201605

A “better excuse"…?

Perplexed, the synth’s brows twisted, chin tipping just slightly to the left in an act of confusion. No, he — really did haf’ta pee. Actually, the amount of satanic pressure currently weighing down his bladder was practically becoming painful. He’d never been pregnant before — but he was pretty sure this would be exactly what it felt like. And it was execrable.

He’d seen a sign in the last hallway that pointed the bathrooms out this way — but what they hadn’t pointed out was the approach of this annoying teal-haired boss now standing between him and relief. A critical hit, and his HP would hit zero faster than he could smack health boost. ‘n’ what was her problem, anyways? Hardcore Hatsune fan or not, when a guy’s got’ta go, you let him go — -

“Nnnope, I guess that’s uhhh—” slowly, Len began to edge his way around her, patience nearing a dangerous level.

”—All I’ve got.”

#wow #im proud of her #t ears of joy #;www☆#sekushibanana

Okay, this guy really looked like he had to go to the bathroom. She, would let him, because no way would she like to witness as he went in his pants. No, no, no. She will let this one go. But she enjoys torturing people so much — she might change her mind. She already has. Watching him writhe on the ground as he tried to keep it in would be amusing — a sadistic pleasure. It would be some sort of ticket to hell for him. He was just unfortunate to bump into her. Oh, he's going to escape—!

"Nothing? You're not leaving then." She replied. He wouldn't be going into any bathroom soon, she'd see to that.

chemicalheresy

"Ah? You should clean yourself up afterward; I’m sure your Ronald dearest wouldn’t want to see his lady all dressed in vomit.” It is a sore spot. She does not know why, or how, but the mere addressing of the clown that the other so adores makes the blonde rather nauseous herself. Perhaps it is his demeanor, all the children he had led astray with promises of sweet candies and gentle lullabies.

Yet, she is just another victim.

How very amusing indeed.

#;www☆#;pig☆#chemicalheresy

"I don't think he would mind much. I'll just tell him it was you, he would understand. Anyone would, really." Hearing his name makes her cringe. An attempt to erase those painful memories from her head is now wasted as she has brought him up. But forgetting wouldn't really do much — they would just reappear when she ponders on how she got stuck in this spot. Truly bitter memories. Oh, how she wants to take those sleeping pills again. They always gave her the sweetest of dreams.

neuroticsynth

ララララ☆ハッピー

{ ReEngage: PreviousFiles_ Password: ***********| { Correct! Do you truly wish to access your archive (Y/N) ?

This is… Japan’s number one diva, Hatsune Miku-san !!! …someone different. The only Hatsune Miku who has enough nerve to cut her own hair, who isn’t even human; he knows what kind of girl that Miku is. Those prideful twin tails that everyone seems to call the shape of a long green onion are her defining trait, if not for her airy voice and futuristic uniform. "PuuMiku, mind helping out another synth with something?" he asks her under monotone voice. He pulls out a slip of paper from his pocket, eyes glancing at the words scrawled on the piece before showing it to her. "I’m looking for this address, but I seem to have lost my way. Do you know of it?" His location is headed towards a florist store. Reasons behind his desires to go to such a place are still unclear in his clouded thoughts.

"Your help would be much appreciated. I’ve never been there before so I’m a bit unfamiliar with it."

#/thanks for the starter!#;www☆#hidariyoin

Why has she gone out today? She does not remember the reason. Hoping that it will come to her in a few minutes, it doesn't. How unfortunate. But never mind. There are things far more worse than this — like now. When that all-too-familiar voice calls for her — she doesn't really want to turn around. Why where they everywhere? She seriously couldn't get a break. In the end, she still turns to face the other android.

"Actually I do mind." She replies without much thought. She was not one to help others, much less him. He seems to already know this, so why did he even bother? She is not that happy-go-lucky kind and caring person anymore, and she does not plan on being one again. But she does look at the paper, the place is too, unfamiliar to her, but she decides to not just tell him straight away. "As I said earlier, I do mind."

"Appreciated or not, I'm not telling you anything."

ahah a hiatus has been cut short im back losers

#i swear im getting to replies #dont rush me ok #ok #;ooc☆

chemicalheresy

Every miniscule detail of the former idol permeates pores of fair skin with pure, liquid rage. Livid, infuriated, beside herself with hatred. From ratty, obnoxiously cyan hair to a fat and unseemly bust to plump thighs and unflattering lower limbs. Not to mention the other’s wretched outfit, seemingly cobbled together from the contents of her closet at random. The mere sight of the McDonalds logo on the girl opposite her’s oversized jacket causes nausea to boil in the pit of her stomach. Disgusting.

"Have you ever even heard your own voice? Talk about shrill. My ears are near bleeding.”

#chemicalheresy #;www☆#;pig☆

If she had knew she would come across this filthy thing on her way home, she'd at least tidy herself up a little. But it didn't matter, anything to see the pig agitated, which the blonde currently was right now. Oh, if only the other had seen her home. It was quite messy, she'd admit, the floor scattered with fries and other contents. She had been surprised that no pests or rats had invaded the small space she called a house yet.

"A sight of your face makes me want to puke all my guts out."

deceiving-chains

Anxiety crawls onto his skin at every sentence that dared to escape her mouth. Perhaps he was getting worked up over nothing—the thought implants into his head, though he ignores it. He seemed like a toy for amusement for her, didn’t he? His head lowers, and he’s lost for words for a few— then he shoots back up.

"It’s not as though—" He pauses for a minute.

"Either way, your thoughts don’t matter anyway. What are you speaking to me for? Just tryin’ ta’ pick a fight, aren’t you?" He says his last sentence coldly, though he doubted it would get to her. His first encounter with a Miku would certainly engrave a bad impression and automatic disliking for when he met any others.