The girl stared wordlessly at her unusual company, the weight of unanswered questions masked behind an impassive, icy gaze. Discomfort began to settle, like a layer of dust atop old furniture stored away in an unused room.
Unpleasant as it was,
she preferred it where it was easiest to ignore.
“…Sure.” The snack having been gently placed into the palm of one hand, thick locks of teal were brushed away and out of sight with the other, once again exposing the stranger’s youthful visage.
Hair like the petals of a sunflower, large eyes stained with baby blue color and an imperceptible aura that coated her like candy-covered fruit. The stranger’s image was almost comforting, though without any intelligible reason.
“Do you have a name? If you’re planning to stay seated, you may as well tell me.”
’…I’m sure you already know mine.’
The chances of her curiosity being reciprocated
were still zero to none.
— \ ☣ A casual bite of her bar does not change its pace when she chews the grains and grinds them down, slowly but surely. In each bite she supposes there are tens of grains packed together, both similar and different like the lives of humanoids, though she prefers to link them to the cousin VOCALOIDs, crunched down hunks of metal that are lucky to be scraps if not totally demolished. Names are next to nonexistent. So she replies without a worry in the world, “Kagamine Rin.”
In a cognizance of pity she pauses eating, brows scrunched downwards as the rest of her visage falls. Amazing how the basic inquiry takes over her appetite and manipulates her food to look so unattractive, so much like her. Move two and a new thought is gathered, whispering tales that this is some wisecrack’s doings, that a new insult that will make her a perfectly vulnerable target, that this power bar is a bumbling symbol of her succumbing to failure. Has she stooped so low that the newer models are not even programmed to know her name?
Two can figure out this game.
“Just fooling you… I’m Hatsune Miku." _