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It appears that Hatsune has found her way to harmonize!
Fragments of you are scattered.
Do you not wish to clean up the broken glass?
I beg to differ.
He grew into a very secluded android these days. Any reason of interactive intention with another friend, co-worker, or significant other may as well be thrown out the window along with his ideas, his creativity, and his song lyrics. Heavily does the boy stare at the drowning sheets of paper as they dissolve themselves and separate at the mercy of the small pond just outside of the windowsill. Those papers were once his, after all. His arms ached as thoughts try to recollect just how long the boy had spent gazing out the window with his elbows resting on top of the ledge. The imprint his hand was creating across his cheek would surely form quite the mark as soon as his fist would leave his face. And to what extent would Len try his best to speak to another conversational being? He sat up from his slumped figure and sighed.
And then, music. His ears perk to the sound of harmonious notes coinciding with each other in the distance.
Quaintly does the male Kagamine follow those very few hints of audible music until he is lead into the next room. Staff said that there would be no more songs covered for the rest of the day. Usually these recreational media chambers were left quiet and still. Peaking through the window panel into that small cushioned closet-space room does he see a familiar teal haired diva sing obliviously to her own heart's content over the microphone without any sheets in her hand. Dark headphones glow animatedly in reaction to her uplifting voice. Len flicked on the switch so that her voice could be projected through the speakers in the viewing room as he watched complacently behind the glass.
