#bakagamine02

[heartbeat-ticking]

~ ' Tick.. tick.. tick..

             I h-e-a-r the {c l o c k} do the same noise everyday,

                  But today it's different,

           What brings you here, B-a-kagamine ? ' ~

"...I still wonder why I'm not paid enough to do the same work every day." Well, it was something that was needed to be said, one day or another. But he would never dare say it anywhere else than when he was alone in his room filled with gears and such. If someone was to walk up here, there was a rather.. large problem with the others. Which it did mean they didn't get caught by Grave or her servants.. Nor any of the others.

A soft sigh escaped him as he shook his head, a hand moving up to run through blue colored locks. But today, everything seemed to be perfectly going well. He didn't have to pay too much attention to the gears, just the noise was enough. "It's getting dusty here..." A silent murmur as he blinked, turning his back to the entrance of the room and thus, letting himself fall in his thoughts, forgetting about the light steps he had heard.

But it was after a moment he came back to his senses- snapping back to reality but not daring to turn around again. If it was someone of the Court, he wouldn't have a problem. But if not.. Oh well.

"...State who you are and what's your business with me."

[neuroticsynth]

✎ /tosses at you curiously?

this meme is like three days old andidk why u guys are still doing this ii’m a pretty good sport, i ought to say.i’ll keep trying to get all these pencils outta my inbox—no matter how horrid my drawing is via paint.exe

[jillymuses]

FUCKING ASK LIMIT

[jillymuses]

Together Again for the First Time ~ Closed rp with b-a-k-a-g-a-m-i-n-e

CV02 had been wandering with mechanical unawareness, unsure how far she had traveled from the burnt out shell that she called a home, or where she intended for her destination to be. But some things could not be ignored, and the boy she had encountered was one of them.

Her one working eye rolled in its socket, making a mechanical whirring noise. Blonde hair, drawn up. Bright blue eyes, similar to the one in her own skull. A tie that matched her own perfectly. She accessed her memory banks, as if expecting it to disagree with everything her visual space was telling her. But the name it told her was impossibly correct.

KAGAMINE LEN

CV02 stared in silence for a moment, unsure of what to do. Was this a vision, sent by the bugs to torment her? It didn't waver or flicker out of existence, no matter how hard she stared at it. How could this be? It seemed to her that she should know, but that knowledge had rotted away with her worn circuits.

"Who ..." Her voice glitched and pixelated, like someone speaking over a bad connection. "Who are you? Why do you take that face?" Her voice raised in pitch; the pixels became more grating. "Are you mocking me?"

[neuroticsynth]

Singing--     to his heart's content, as always. Though today it is not for work; work is too bitter when one extends their efforts under the icy cold chill of Jack Frost's unbearable wrath. And Len dislikes the cold so much!    Today, he will take the bus home, because he is too cold-- too feeble to make it across a walking distance so often followed at the end of every hard day's work. Yes, it is too cold.    Puffs; clouds of smoke leave his breathless lips at the exhale of every note executed underneath his tongue. Should the apple of his throat vibrate with each resonance of a chord well played, he will relish in satisfaction-- pleasure, truly, for being able to hum a simple tune next to this lone bus stop at the front of Crypton's estate.                                  Singing sure takes away the long wait, neh?