the performances carried within this theater are breathtaking; a myriad of different things, all of which that blossom exhilaration within her. she could stay forever, truly. one performance sticks out to her in particular, if not for the content of it then for the one behind it — she almost wants to sing, too. voice carried throughout the theater as the performer continues, and when it’s over she goes to find her. she’d know her voice anywhere, even with her being a little further than she’d like.
when she finds her, she reaches out in order to take hold of gumi’s hand, mindful of the volume of her voice in the process.
“Gumi! That was amazing!” her grip on her hand is gentle, in the event gumi would like to pull away, “I’m really, really happy I got to hear you sing.”
@mozeik
“ miku! ” ----- she’s caught off guard in the midst of rhythmic thanks, head bobbing back and forth to greet and bid the audience goodbye, a cheery wave and half of an eager smile cut in half before her attention is snatched. surprise lilts her voice higher than it would typically pitch, shrill and squeaking in excitement that barely has enough time to register before her legs drag closer to pull the other with her away from the crowd. though she finds herself trapped in a short bout of flustered sputtering, gumi recovers surprisingly quickly to tighten her hold on the other’s hand and swing it mindlessly back and forth.
“ i, oh, you don’t know how happy i am to see you! please, you’re too nice to me.. it’s nothing like your performances, your- your voice! when did you get here? have you seen the others yet? are you okay? ”
