LiluLila || (Motoko + ???)
However many times it had been said before, it would be said again and again and again. Motoko Fukudome is a real-life doll, all their fans tweeted. Motoko-chan and Miwa-chan had done a shoot together www!! It just seemed like Motoko couldn't catch a break from all the attention. She wished for it to stop, they wanted at least one day where their twitter wasn't blowing up with notifications. Random fans asking her to personal questions about her life, questions about a significant other (how many times did they have to announce they weren't into that? They were aromantic...), questions about their gender, and just plain ol' questions that they didn't want to answer.
Motoko had considered deactivating her twitter and all her social networking accounts...but, she was needlessly addicted to those stupid, stupid sites. They had also considered that they should retire from their singing career, but that was a fleeting thought. They loved singing more than anything.
So, Motoko took refuge in the only place they could. Hope's Peak Academy. Being surrounded by other "celebrities" (if you could even call them that) was enjoyable, because most people didn't really give her shit about her life here.
Of course, she had encountered a couple people who knew them, but they weren't crazed or rabid fans. It was nice, going to Hope's Peak.
However, they had only been going to Hope's Peak a few weeks now, maybe three at the most, and they were a bit lonely. They missed her friends...
They hadn't befriended many because of her...morbid tendencies. So what if she had a fascination with "creepy" things? Who cared if she liked death a little more than the next person? It didn't make them a bad person or anything, right?
That's it. Motoko Fukudome was going to make a new friend even if it killed her. Spying a table with a single person sitting at it, they marched over to it. Well, marching wasn't even the right word. It was more of a delicate creeping. Everything Motoko did was delicate, though.
With the most forced smile anyone could imagine, they sat down, waving slightly. Her eyes had a distant look in them, despite the fact they were staring right at the table's single occupant.
"Hello. I am Motoko Fukudome. It a pleasure to make your acquaintance. We shall talk. Yes."
The monotonous tone of her voice, paired with the little head tilt at the end made her seem like a robot. They were not a robot, however. Just terrifyingly bad at socializing.