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Post by catjean on Jul 16, 2013 18:18:51 GMT -5
Paydays for Len were always days full of mixed feelings of anger and depression. It always baffled him to wonder what the Master could possible be doing with the money he has accumulated from the Vocaloids. By now, Master is obviously rich, if not richer than before. When Len thinks about it, he doesn't really need the money he earns. In truth, it's mostly the feelings he has when he shoves that check in the outgoing mailbox. Len now sat on his bed, with his room door open, staring at the envelope in his hands. Staring at the address the envelope was soon to be sent to made him want to break something, but since he knew that would be foolish, he only continued to stare at the envelope.
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Post by BananaIce on Jul 25, 2013 9:16:15 GMT -5
 VY2 Yuuma
Reality was real, and dreams would almost never be. That was what Yuuma had been told once before, but yet, he wished not to believe it. At least not until he knew what was really going on. He needed to put his mind at rest, and have some answers. He needed some cold hard evidence of something, but how? Little did he know that someone very helpful was just around the corner. Literately.
Yuuma froze when he saw the younger blonde haired boy laying on his bed, with his check in his hands, much like Yuuma did as well. He seemed to have a fairly lost expression on his face, and VY2 could only imagine why that was. It was Len Kagamine, as how many other blonde haired shotas do you know? Yuuma looked at Len with a worried face, looking him right in the eyes. He knew what he wanted to say, but didn't quite know how to say it, so in the end he just said something different, but bordering the same. "You don't know what to do, do you?" Yuuma asked with a straight face shooting right at Len. He gave him a smile, but it was one of those half-hearted ones, just as he ran and jumped on his bed, landing beside him. He looked down at the younger boy, his face gone straight again. "I don't either" |
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Post by catjean on Jul 26, 2013 11:24:06 GMT -5
 Len had been so caught up in his own thoughts for so long, the low voice of the older Vocaloid startled him into reality. He, for a few moments, locked eyes with the man called Yuuma. Though he wore a smile, Len could tell he was being serious. Sighing, he tiredly let himself fall back first to the bed. I really wish I didn't have to just give in. He stared at the ceiling, as he did many times in situations like this, and brought his hand up to his aching head. Each word he would say felt as if they were catching in his throat. His chest felt heavy but, being a man, he held back any signs of tears and hoped with all might that the older Vocaloid wouldn't notice. I feel like we're just letting him win... |
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Post by BananaIce on Jul 26, 2013 22:54:56 GMT -5
VY2 Yuuma Yuuma listened to the younger boy intently,completely understanding how he felt in this current situation. He still has that half-smile on his face, but he was also biting his lips. A thing about the pink haired teenager was the fact that he absolutely hated tense situations, and would do everything that he could in order to avoid them, even going as far as cracking a random, nonsensical joke in the middle of a tense conversation. But he wished that such a thing wouldn't have to happen today, considering the fact he didn't want to weird out the other Vocaloid to which he barely knew, and in fact knew him no better then any avid fan of the shota. But all the same, he was different then any simple fan, considering the fact that he was a Vocaloid, just the same as the Kagamine was, and he also felt a bit lost and confused over this whole situation that was their being. It was a confusing topic, one that Yuuma normally tried not to bring up, but often times the discussion was inevitable. This may very well be one of these cases. "I really wish I didn't have to just give in." Len haid said, with an understanding nod from Yuuma, who looked down at the floor for a moment. He didn't quite know what to say, considering she didn't know what was wrong and what was right in this situation. He believed it was just easier to give in, as he was terrified as to what may happen if he fights it. he wasn't a good fighter, and he knew it very well.
"Well, what do you think is right?" He simply answered, figuring it sounded wise and mature. Really, in all honesty he only said it because he didn't know what else he was to say. He looked at the male Kagamine right in the eye, though instantly darted away with a chuckle at his own foolishness. It was ridiculous how he actually thought that it was a good idea to begin with to go into Len's room and talk to him. Yuuma spent a majority of his time in his room playing his guitar or reading manga, not giving advice to little boys. But now that he was into this, he knew he had to help him out somehow, or at least pretend to do so. A few minutes after Yuuma gave his less-then amazing advice, the blonde haired boy spoke once again. I feel like we're just letting him win... Len added, and you could hear the melancholic sigh in his voice. Yuuma knew that he could relate to this, as every week, as he sent the check into the mail to send to the Master, he knew that he was helping the Master, but for what? Did he just like the feel of victory over all of them, or was their a reason? Yuuma dearly wanted to know, but knew that he would go through life without any idea. Unless...he and Len could do something about it, but just, what? "Hm....that's a good point. Buuuut" Yuuma began, at first sounding serious and mature, but gradually growing into a more brotherly and playful sort of tone. He then pushed himself off, his head and his upper body hanging off the edge of Len's bed, and his arms resting against his head. "You know....he can't stop us from everything. We can do something about it." He was serious, and at that time, he didn't have a clue of how to back-lash, but he knew at that point that he was going to do it. But how? |
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