#kokonev3rp

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Can I be added to the masterlist? c:

Certainly, dear!!

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Valentines day. Len can faintly remember that aside from a panic of chocolates and frivolous behavior, a tiny new arrival had made its way promptly last February fourteenth. He may scratch his head and wonder about it now, but--          somewhere...                 somewhere in the daily newspaper offered for free around Crypton Future Media--                 story spread of a new synthesizer, created and sculpted to perfection; ready to be used by Japan's many talented producers. The name slips his tongue, but after another general update to his system, the knowledge comes ready and automated to give him the proper information necessary to identify the female he meets while visiting Internet Co., Ltd. "Kokone," says he upon smooth lips. A hand reaches to place itself over her shoulder when he passes her down the hall. "You are Kokone-san, yeah? Never got to see you face to face. Nice to meet you." He smiles kindly, a dainty tilt of the head to better express his friendliness. "Hope Internet Co., Ltd has been treating you well. It's only been the first two months, right? How are things?"

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+kokone-v3-rp!

"Hi there! I haven't seen you around before... I'm Kaito!"

[hiatus--wallowingthroughwat-blog]

5 have sunken into The Sea of Misery

Mizuko was always able to tell what time of day it was by the color of the sea. If the sun shone brightly then the entire seabed would light up with it’s radiant light. If it was night time, the waters would be dimmed to a dull black. Today was a considerly bright day, the sun rays filtering through the clear water. Unfortunately for her, it was also the perfect day for scuba divers or casual swimmers to discover what wonders lay beneath the sea.

Just as that thought occurred to her, she looked up to the face of the water to see a dark figure, then a splash that interrupted the water’s calmness. She panicked a little since she was quite close to the splurge of water. Quickly, she kicked her small legs to the nearest rock where Mizuko silently slid beside the large rock. She would have been completely hidden if her teal colored pigtails were not floating up above her head. They could almost be mistaken for a new type of strange seaweed.