vocaloid roleplay ~accepting~

[kittenwhoneedsahome]

Mikuo pouted, displeased by her answers and even more displeased once she took a collar! "Hey! We need that-" Mikuo just groaned as she walked away. Luki sighed lightly and smiled a bit, "It's okay Mikuo, we can get another. We need to get more anyway." Mikuo still was pouting.

[hula]

As Miku arrived at her house she grabbed Sadism and put the new collar on, "OH! Adorable! You are just so- Ahh!" She laughed at the soft purr. She sighed, "I know that Mikuo and Luki will eventually fall in love..I bet you.." She sighed, "Here I am..talking to something that can't talk back.." She giggled at herself.

[kittenwhoneedsahome]

Mikuo and Luki resumed their adventure home, discussing their plans for collars for all their little cats and kittens. Once they arrived they began to put collars on all the little precious balls of fluff. Their day was fairly normal outside of the understanding that occurred between them and Miku.

[CorvusSchnee]

{Finally got back around to this. Hope it still lives}

Sunlight drifted through the blinds and illuminated the bronze skin of a young man who, despite his white locks that cascaded down to his shoulders in a messy fashion, seemed to be only sixteen years of age. He had a content expression on his face, his soft breath barely audible as he dozed on. It took the ringing of an alarm to disturb that contented expression and twist it into the scowl that normally decorated the features of Hayate Kotomine. He was a strange individual, always keeping to himself and never really showing his true self on a normal basis. He was abrasive and rude, even to those who considered him a friend(despite his wishes to be left alone). He wasn't known for smiling and his disposition was, as mentioned before, anything less than sunny. But that wasn't the true Hayate. No, that person was reserved for the stage. Was reserved for those moments when he got up there and started to sing. Then the man behind the mask was revealed. A young boy who cared deeply for those around him, who loved to sing and share his heart with the world. That was the boy who had gained friends, the boy people knew Hayate to be. That was probably why they continued speaking to him, why the continued trying to convince him to openly call them his friends. Groggily opening his eyes, Hayate looked over at the alarm and forced himself into a sitting position. It was still early, early enough for him to wake up and prepare a meal for anyone who might decide to come over for breakfast. Of course, most of the dishes seemed to contain potatoes, but people accepted that as his quirk. It was just another day in the life of Hayate Kotomine.

About an hour later, the potato-loving young man was fed and fully prepared for the day ahead. The first step would take him out the door for a jog around town to get his blood pumping. As always, he wore his headphones that were connected to a music player at his side, music blaring into his ears as a way to keep himself from being easily distracted from his strict health routine. If one listened closely, they could hear Hayate singing along to the music that was playing in a tone just low enough to not be overheard unless someone was really close to him.