Sυɳα 🏜

❛❛The future changes at every moment. Don't stand still or you'll be left behind.❜❜ ー An experienced singer from the virtual world, now in retirement. 【MVRP】

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

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❛❛ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ,
  sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ
     ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛs.❜❜

  ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ

    ᴍᴠʀᴘ | ᴠᴏᴄᴀʀᴘ | (ɴ)sғᴡ

      【ɪɴғᴏ ⇣】

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

What year is it?

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

@diayarru You got the wrong person.

[looks away]

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

@diayarru Miku looks back towards her, smiling sheepishly. Her voice never failed to calm her nerves.

"Then, suppose I won't."

Miku slowly looms closer, giving IA a soft peck on her lips.

Once. Twice. The third time, she holds, almost as though she's afraid of pulling away...

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

...

It's been too long, so bear with it.

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

@diayarru "I'm not. But I couldn't stop myself the moment I saw you."

Miku loosens up the one-sided hug while still keeping IA within her grasp, becoming momentarily conscious of how direct she was being.

"…Sorry. I missed you." Averting her gaze, blushing a bit. Awkward.

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

Wasn't her intention to pop out unannounced, but free souls like her don't need to answer to anyone.

Everything looks like it always does. A good thing in her book.

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

Gonna be a smitten mitten till the day you die... huh.

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

— only temporary… Let me just…"

The moment she sat down onto the couch, her body slumped backwards while relaxing onto the cushions, eyes closing in plain relaxation. She hasn't gotten to do this as of late… Suna was tired of a lot of things.

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

"Really…? Mm, thank you," she tries to express her gratitude, but her smile can only go so far because of her stoic nature. Suna quietly follows and enters Miku's home, looking around for anything that resembled a couch or a cushion.

"Nice place. Don't worry, my stay is —

[初音ミク。 @CV01FUTURE]

❝Oh, uh... Ooh! You can stay at my place for the time being!❞

The both of them was already near Miku's house, with her pointing at it.

❝I think you'll be quite surprised at how spotless and clean it is.❞

And yet, Miku was the most visually appealing Vocaloid there was ↴

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

— Vocaloids like her were.

"Oh, right… I'm looking for a place to stay at for the time being. Preferably somewhere without too many fans around…"

Being in the real world had its drawbacks, like having to take pictures with fans every few steps she takes.

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

"That I have. I see you liked the new look as well," Suna held the end of Miku's left ponytail, running her thumb around it. "Your hair is shorter now. Kinda looks like mine."

The more she looked, the prettier Miku looked in her eyes. She almost forgot how visually appealing —

[初音ミク。 @CV01FUTURE]

❝Oh, uh... It all starts with a song named Rabbit Hole I starred and sung in recently!❞

It was part of the reason why Miku's hair is still short. Though she does indeed look good in that bunny suit.

❝Have you checked your phone? There's a bunch of good art of me!❞

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

"Mhm. Starting with…"

She broke the hug momentarily to get a better look at her face, smirking slightly.

"Why is it that I see you wearing a bunny suit everywhere? Something I missed?"

That's gonna take an awful lot of explaining... But she does look good in it.

[初音ミク。 @CV01FUTURE]

❝Mhm! It would very much make me happy!❞

Planting her face into Suna's jacket, a smile on the Vocaloid's aforementioned said face as she does so.

❝But then again, there is a LOT of things to catch up on!❞

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

Suna lets out a small sigh, then wraps her own arms around Miku's body, reciprocating the hug.

"Then I'll stick around for a bit longer. Would that make you happy?"

She looks down to get a better look at her face, genuinely smiling. "There's plenty I need to catch up on."

[初音ミク。 @CV01FUTURE]

❝I see...❞

Hugging her even more and more, both slender arms around her figure. It's almost like the Vocaloid cares about her, of which she does.

❝Please, don't ever leave my side... I just don't want to see you become lonely, that's all...❞

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

"Well…"

She hesitated to say she's got no reason to stay. Suna faces her fully and pats her on the head, no intentions on breaking the hug.

"…Not for long, hopefully. Being free to do what you want is nice, but it gets pretty lonely after a while."

She smiled apologetically.

[初音ミク。 @CV01FUTURE]

❝Mhm! I'm still singing, and I have been eating well!❞

If anything else, Miku can definitely count on her. Still, it's not stopping her from hugging her.

❝But how long are you gonna keep disappearing like this?❞

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

"…You're too quick to find me sometimes."

She doesn't need to turn around to know it was Miku, yet still looked over her shoulder to give her an appreciative glance.

"Still, it's nice to see you. Have you been singing? Eating well?"

[初音ミク。 @CV01FUTURE]

Oh look, she's already hugging Suna from behind—

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

That is, she can resurface without making people taking notice.

That's how things should be. This Miku is already old and busted.

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

…Mm. Good to see things haven't changed.

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

It's like every time she wakes up from a long dream in cyberspace, she finds herself in an unknown place.

Seriously though, where the fuck is she.

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

@TalesOfSanKyuu — She reaches the ING Osaka branch in a matter of hours. Tight security, as expected, but showing the mail and the authoritary seal it had through her device let her pass through checkpoints without issue.

"I'm here to see Jeffrey Bateman," she spoke up in a firm voice.

[Sυɳα 🏜 @RetiredVocaloid]

@TalesOfSanKyuu — What mattered to her now were the items she left, and the message to be relayed... to Uni, of all people. She took this to heart, a sense of diligence dwelling over her as she gathered her belongings and put on her signature jacket after who knows how long. —