❝An undesirable face
you crossed paths
and it's too late to turn back;
--So enjoy your stay, Oliver. ❞
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♭ — "So is this what those money-loving creators over at VOCALOID produce? Look at this. You look like a mere boy going out trick-or-treating with his mother. My, my, you do look like quite like a sailor or something of that sort." Ritsu sneered, eyeing the boy clad in his navy blue costume, clad in bandages. He didn't inquire the excess fabric nor the disadvantage on only one hue available for the other's vision. The underlying fact stood at a standstill: he was apathetic and it wasn't benefiting to know frivolous information of the other model's reasons for attire.
♭ — Scanning his system, the redhead came across the fact of the other's name; a strange English name of one was intricate for his sound to produce. He didn't dare omit it from his lips for it could come out as muffled and incorrect -- an embarrassment that wouldn't be disdained well. Aside from that frivolous fact, a different subject matter sparked interest in Ritsu: The other was rooted from a company quoted as PowerFX Systems AB VocaTone. To top that, the android noted that this system, spoke a native language of English. That language wasn't fancied by Ritsu and it was one he couldn't comprehend well. Perhaps this accompaniment would vanish soon enough from his sight.
"Namine Ritsu to you ..." He finished abruptly, dispersing his thoughts.
