MELODY! ☆

Independent RP for Hatsune Miku: VOCALOID.

[moeutai]

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Good morning, everyone! Are we all doing good today?"

[moeutai]

"Spit it out already!" [I hope I'm not too late. >_<]

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — ”You didn’t hear me? I said—

                                        —I love you!”

          Amiable, casual beyond compare as usual, her hands reach out to pat Lily’s           cheeks; a look of sheer confirmation arranged into pouting lips, the gesture          is so divine, genuine, exuberant, and hardly mature. Ebullient hues gloss          over the other’s form and she nods her head vigorously for added emphasis.

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — ”So cool! Being so cool should be illegal! How do you                                           assert yourself so calmly and avoid being really rude?”

[oleniroga]

[He gave a short laugh.]

Yes, I suppose we are. Though, I’m almost certain you’re more of idol status than I. Pop music is a bit more…trendy than archaeology.

[moeutai]

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "That may be true-- but you like what you do, don't you--?                                             So long as you're happy doing what you do best, I don't                                             see why it would matter which one of us loves something                                             that more people like... It's unique, isn't it?"

[moeutai]

turn something starting with the opening line 'bacon is magic' into angst. yeah, thats ok. thats ok. no, really. thats fine. alright.

[moeutai]

Spit it out!

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — ”Bacon is magic—!”

          A little too sentimental over breakfast with either of them stationary, taking          the time for idle chat before heading to their final destination— which just          happens to be bed. Their breakfast is what most describe as horrendously          late; Len has most likely already noticed the fact of the matter, but Miku is,          as always, oblivious to how ridiculously whimsical her notion is until they’re          halfway finished with the indelicate meal, the aquamarine child tilting her          head to study what is left on both her and his plate, eyebrows perking.

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — ”Eh— Len-kun…?”

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — ”It’s… a little late to be eating this way, isn’t it?”

          She finds it a tad silly to be reminiscing on it now, but she had dragged          either of them down for midnight breakfast for a rather crestfallen reason,          hadn’t she? To escape whatever it is she had been pondering via childish          gathering and comfort eating: now that a sense of composure has washed          upon her once more, she is desensitized towards the topic, and yet now it          has resurfaced - because what she was to ask him wasn’t ‘it’s late, isn’t it?’          but rather, ‘eating so late at night could give us nightmares, you know—’

                                               —except, neither of them can experience dream.

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — ”Do you think we should head to sleep, now?                                            I— I’ll clean the plates, though! No worries…!”

[benefacto]

                    Lifesaver! My hero! My knight in shining armor! ♡ I’ll provide the venue and the hairbrush (since I’m suuuuuuuuuuuuper picky about what I can use) and you can provide the lap and brushing.

[moeutai]

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Go~t it! Hey, hey, to keep good twintails you have to                                            be picky! Do you tell anyone what you use? What's in                                            it that the other things don't have? -- They all look the                                            same to me, I can never tell which is which."

          Hatsune does as told and seats herself in a position able to hold Enoshima;           after a quick examination of the gyaru, she notes it would have to be difficult           to maintain the proper volume of the hair she has without destroying it due to           use of the wrong product. It fascinates her to the point she's obnoxiously curious.

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Ah, does it matter which brush you use, too?"

[moeutai]

Spit it out!

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "We're going to be parents!"

          She should have clarified upon bluntly shouting it so that the young child in          front of her would turn to investigate; a small kitten only about the size of her          palm unsheathes miniature claws whilst it yawns, reaching for the idol's pinky          as if interested by its curl. After promptly simmering down from her excitement,          Miku holds it outwards, figuring it could not hurt to let the younger have a look.

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "I wonder, who would have let it roam like this?"

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Hey-- would you like to take care of it with me? I'd do it                                           myself, but things are always best accomplished in pairs.                                                                          It'd be like a miniature family, huh?"

[sidestuiff]

Send 'SPIT IT OUT!' and I'll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blur it out to you!

It’s gonna be a mixed bag. Go with caution!

Numbers: 1 - 50

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[oleniroga]

Y-yes, an archaeologist.

Hm…I’ve heard your name…

Ah!

I have heard of you! You’re the pop star, Hatsune Miku!

[moeutai]

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Correct, correct!"

          Even his recognition allows a face to light ecstatically, holding childish cheeks           in lingering hands. No matter the country or who seemed to be calling for her,           it still seemed to hold significant importance, stirring up a deal of excitement           within her-- and to know he was also a celebrity made communication easier.

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "It's nice to meet you-- it seems we're both idols!"

[oleniroga]

Ahh….yes, you might have.

Desmond Sycamore. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss…?

[moeutai]

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Mhmm! That settles it; I've seen you before!                                            I'm Hatsune Miku! I picked up the magazine                                            on tour in Europe -- the archaologist, right--?"

[moeutai]

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Haven't I seen you in a magazine before?"

[moeutai]

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "I have to work tomorrow--"

          Cue distressed flailing and a childish temper tantrum of an expression,           body flopping onto her bed like a noodle, legs and arms stretched out,

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Haaa~a, I want to eat and sleep!"

[nullius-amorem]

⊰†⊱;—— Lottie hadn’t known the girl that stood before her was an idol, but that would have only given her more reason to target her. Maybe even kidnap her for ransom. She had never done it before, but perhaps it’d be fun to try. Regardless, she was happy her plan had worked so smoothly. She honestly had expected to get caught, but this girl appeared to be incredibly naive and not too bright.

"Yes, I’m quite alright~! Thank you for the concern, though." The thief had planned to leave it at that, but she quickly noticed the girl seemed to be carrying more valuables on her. It shouldn’t be too hard for her to get her hands on the. On the other hand, she couldn’t just reach forward and take them. Well, she could, but that would lead to more conflict than she desired today. But, she had a plan. "Are you sure that you’re alright? You look a little flushed to me."

[moeutai]

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Huh? It may be because I came from a rather warm place--"

          Now she inches a touch upward towards the base of her eyelids to feel for excess           heat on the false skin. Nothing seems to be out of order, and therefore chalks it up           to a gesture motivated via paranoia of the moment, glancing back towards Lottie,           blankly cocking her head to indicate she is unsure of how the other perceives her. 

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "I assure there's nothing to worry about, yes! If I'm overheating,                                            the weather is wonderful, and it looks like it's going to rain...

                                           I better be heading back, then. Excuse me--!"

[nullius-amorem]

⊰†⊱;—— Really, the thief was getting tired of all theses crowds; they were really stunting her ‘business’. This time, however, she decided to try and take advantage of this. She’d use one of the oldest tricks in the book. Lottie knew it was risky, but she was sick and tired of being broke. There were so many things that she wanted to buy; with other people’s money, of course.

Gracefully moving through the crowd she picked her target, soon slamming right into them, grabbing what ever she could from their pocket, and shoving it to her own in a flash. Next she’ll flash them an apologetic smile, letting her wonderful acting come into play. "S-Sorry! Are you alright?" Not like she cared. 

[moeutai]

          --It is not every day you locate someone carrying the audacity to pickpocket a           world-renowned idol, though the risk has its due benefits. The wallet that is now           absent from her left jacket pocket has enough to purchase a rather large truck           full of miscellaneous items - and her focus is not on what has occurred at all,           aquamarine optics blinking in surprise and then in contrition, fingers carelessly           darting upward as if preparing for a fall that has yet to come.

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Oh! No worries! I'm fine-- are you okay?"

          She's in no hurry to abscond, and it appears there is more stored in the opposite           pouch, outlining the shape of a minuscule jewelry box. In one hand, an MP3,           the other carrying an unopened pouch of what is presumably warm foodstuff.

          Miku is guarding neither one of them, and the jacket is loose, swaying.

[vein]

the sky looked very pink

[orphichymns]

Riley. Riley is my name. And I should be polite and ask what your name is. So, what is your name? 

[moeutai]

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Hatsune Miku!                                             Just Miku is fine. Ah--"

                              Right, I shouldn't say 'I hope we become friends'!                               It feels so weird to abstain from saying, though.

[orphichymns]

No. I don’t want any humans “clicking” with me. I’d rather be left alone to my books.

[moeutai]

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Hmph--!"

          Maybe that's just what some people like. She'd make a comment regarding           how she isn't exactly human, but that is something she'd rather not flaunt;           she'll leave him to his opinion and swallow back everything she could say,           something that is usually impossible to accomplish for her, and start over.

          Some interactions take time to grow into healthy ones. Miku supposes this           particular one is the same and must be handled with care. (And stubbornness.)

                    {{ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ }} — "Mmm, alright alright! Then, at least you have a name?"