#omoidashi

[demidevildonnie]

JUST SEEING ANON HATE ON OMOIDASHI IS LITERALLY MAKING ME CRY THERES SOMETHING WRONG WITH PEOPLE TODAY WHY WHY CANT EVERYONE BE FRIENDS WHY CANT WE JUST BE FRIENDS? //bricked//

[masterofthefictionalyard]

[12:09:52 AM] Kasey: ~~everything is so special and perfect~~

[12:10:03 AM] Kasey: its a youre a romantic baboon shut the fuck up

[plantouji-blog]

omoidashi said: I HAVE A KAITO BODY PILLOW………..DID SOMEOE SAY KAITO…………..BODY SLAMS ON TABLE

i aM GOING TO H AVE TO. . .ARREST U AND CONFISCATE UR BODY PILLOw....

[plantouji-blog]

omoidashi said: i love vocaloid i feeli t in side of my s ou l

touches ur face god bless ur soul

[natsumina-blog]

://ミクちゃん.exe opened!

Two paths cross,         I wonder once we depart, will you forget the Queen?                                                                               Bow down, please!

【 ❤ Dearest, Miku ❤ 】

   ♕ — :// No matter how ignorant she was to how the world truly worked, Meiko doesn't even have to look at her data to recognize the one, the only Hatsune Miku. Hazel hues light up at the sight of the adolescent girl; the girl that didn't particularly catch a glimpse of the brunette until Meiko used her WHISPER voice-bank to gingerly catch the female's attention.

   ♕ — :// "A d'arling like you is bold wandering the streets of Sapporo without a partner." Lips curve to a beam, revealing shined teeth as Meiko releases a light laugh. "Hm ... do you even know my identity? I can't seem to comprehend you." Referring back to mixed data the android was receiving, brows furrow in bewilderment.                Finally! She recognizes that this model isn't like her; she's a human. Since this model of Meiko was freshly created, she didn't quite fathom the concept of models yet and has never encountered a situation like this one before. Before extending what could be a source of perplexity from her lips, she refrains and patiently waits for a reaction from the other. Glossy hues close for a moment, yearning that there wouldn't be an issue strained because of her rambling.

[jillymuses]

White Day ~ Closed rp with omoidashi

What was a "proper" date, anyways?

Kaito. had spent a long time pondering this idea. Today was special, after all. Not only was it White Day, a chance for him to return the chocolates Miku had given him. It was also the one month anniversary of them admitting their feelings for each other, regardless of how clumsily it was done. A day like that had to be special, didn't it?

His past two relationships offered him little help on the matter. They both occurred before he had the money to spend on anything truly fantastic. But was money really the important thing? Or was it better to be heartfelt, sincere?

                                                                               This is heartfelt.                    Besides, Miku's probably used to fancy dinners.                                                                                                           She deserves it.                                        But is it too cliche?                                                       Should we be doing something more personal?         Or what if this is too much?                                                                         We've only been dating a month.                                     Is this coming on too s t r o n g?

Such are the thoughts that plague him as he drives, true love chocolates and a bouquet of roses sitting on the passenger seat next to him, filling the car with a sweet scent. The suit he wears is not too formal, and he hopes that she doesn't find it tacky. What if she thinks its tacky?

                                                   Nerves are a frustrating thing.

But he's used to dealing with nerves, used to quelling the shaking in his hands before running on stage and singing, used to answering interview questions with a smile even if he's not quite sure how he's going to finish the sentence he started. So he lets himself have this moment in the car, alone, but as he pulls up to Miku's flat, he crushes it, shoving it back to the furthest recesses of his mind.

                       And, anyways, it's Miku.                                Shouldn't he just be glad to be spending time with her?

And, yes, as he approaches her door, excitement mixes with nerves and comes out in a sunny smile as he knocks on her door, chocolates in one hand and flowers in the other, ready to give her what he hopes is a fun evening. She deserves that and more.

     ❄~ "Miku?"