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Post by Sunao on Jul 11, 2011 17:42:08 GMT -8
(For Lin, Sunao and Len only unless permission is given. Takes place a few days after Hangovers, during a performance.)
Sunao never liked the days when he had to work the ringside. All those jeers and suggestive gestures from those mistaking him for a girl only doubled when he went out to provide entertainment. His job was to simply keep the masses in their seats between acts, working with other sideshows, dancing, whatever it took.
It was disgusting. Degrading.
He'd had worse.
Didn't mean he had to like it though.
The boy sat atop a barrel, waiting for the show to begin winding down as he kicked his disfigured feet back and forth. Backstage there was a sort of 'holding pen' - it encompassed most of the tent that wasn't open to the customers and was where every single act was kept when not in immediate use.
For the moment, Sunao was alone in his own little corner, listening to the crowd's screams of delight and horror.
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Post by Len Kagamine on Jul 11, 2011 18:00:33 GMT -8
Red eyes glinted softly as Len uneasily paced around the holding area. He knew he was growing ill from being kept in cages nearly all the time, and all the noise from the show was not helping matters. Every sound seemed to grate on his nerves and send a stab of pain through the andoriod-boy's head. It felt a bit better to be walking around for a change, but the mounting headache was gradually making the change fo pace not worth the trouble.
He almost didn't notice Sunao there until he almost walked into him. "S-Sorry!" he stuttered, stumbling back a bit.
He sighed and rubbed his temples. "What I would give to be some place quiet..."
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Post by Sunao on Jul 11, 2011 19:53:04 GMT -8
Dark pink eyes followed the pacing android in silence, legs still swinging in front of his perch. With no muzzle and no cramped cage, time in the holding pen beat the Catacombs with little competition. A soft chuckle and the barest shake of his head followed Len's flustered stutter.
"Starting to short circuit?"
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Post by Len Kagamine on Jul 12, 2011 8:05:18 GMT -8
"...Probably. Can you really blame me, though?"
He glanced back toward the direction of the cages and gestured with his head as he said, "It's a madhouse. Like, literally."
Len gave a long sigh. "'Least I don't have to do another show..." he murmured. "And at least you don't have to be out there being muzzled and shit today."
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Post by Sunao on Jul 12, 2011 12:08:18 GMT -8
"Not really."
Sunao tilted his head as he watched Len, a curious look on his face. "That's true, these days always feel better... Hey, Len?" Sunao looked down, swinging one leg in a slightly larger arc. "How come you're here? I mean..." Weight shifted to his other arm as Sunao rubbed the palm of one hand against the back of his head. "You look like the kind of kid that ended up here on accident... Don't you have a family that's worried about you?"
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Post by Len Kagamine on Jul 12, 2011 13:12:51 GMT -8
Regret tugged in Len's stomach when Sunao mentioned family. It was all an accident. It was his fault, after all, that he was here and...
"Well..." he began tentatively. "I do have a sister. Rin. She looks a lot like me... well, what I used to look like, at least. She um... she works here-- NOT because she wants to, though!" he added quickly before Sunao would make some kind of objectionable reaction.
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Post by Sunao on Jul 12, 2011 13:38:53 GMT -8
"That girl that came to visit you in the Catacombs?" It wasn't terribly surprising that the encounter had been overheard - Sunao's cage was right next to Len's, after all. It was understandable that their conversation had woken him. "Twins, huh... Or triplets?" Sunao tilted his head, looking up at Len through his lashes with a questioning expression on his features.
"The other one... She was very... 'Clingy'?" The word was said carefully, as if Sunao was unsure whether that aptly described the black-haired Lin that had come afterwards.
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Post by Len Kagamine on Jul 12, 2011 13:41:46 GMT -8
Len was confused by Sunao's question at first, not knowing why he mentioned triplets. Then he remembered his enoucnter with Lin.
"Well, the black-haired one isn't my sister," Len explained, tone bitter as he thought of her quite aptly placed 'clingy' behavior. "Honestly... I have no idea who she is. Or what she wants with me, for that matter."
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Post by Sunao on Jul 12, 2011 13:59:27 GMT -8
"I don't think she wants anything from you, I think she just wants you." Sunao chuckled darkly, smile wry as he looked at the ground. His gaze shot up to Len again though, and he glanced away with such a speed that it could have been considered shy. "So it's safe to guess that the feeling isn't mutual, huh?"
It was a stupid question. Sunao wasn't even sure why he asked - or why he wanted to know so badly. But there it was, and he was left waiting in tense silence.
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Post by Len Kagamine on Jul 12, 2011 16:50:30 GMT -8
Len shuddered a bit at the phrase 'she just wants you'. "You... you could say that," he replied. "I don't even know what to think. She's just... well... she's just..."
(OOC: Either Nao can cut him off or Lin can make her entrance. >3)
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Post by Sunao on Jul 12, 2011 17:05:19 GMT -8
(I think I'll push for something more easily mistaken for intimate. c: )
"...Crazy?" Sunao lifted an eyebrow. "In a stalker-esque kind of way?"
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Post by Len Kagamine on Jul 12, 2011 17:07:19 GMT -8
(Fine by me.)
"Seriously."
He gave a crooked grin. "At least my sis is still around, though. She's trying to help me, even if she can't do much..."
He looked up at Sunao, bright red eyes blinking. "What about you? Do you have any family that would miss you?"
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Post by Sunao on Jul 12, 2011 17:21:12 GMT -8
The dreaded question.
Sunao stared at Len for a moment before turning away, a frown on his face. "No. No one's coming for me." A beat, then more quietly. "The only person who would have hasn't come for me since I was snatched."
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Post by Len Kagamine on Jul 12, 2011 17:27:36 GMT -8
"...Oh..."
Len shifted his weight akwardly, a flush of humiliation tinging his cheeks. That... that was... sad. Not in a derrogatory way, either.
For a few long moments, there was a tense, akward silence as Len just stood there, stupidly, gaze shifting continually from Sunao to the floor and back again.
Again, like the night earlier, Len felt a tiny tug of something indescribable in his belly. And the blush just got redder. He wasn't sure exactly what it was.
And before he knew it, his cold metal arm was draped around the older boy's pink-furred mane covering his neck. "Well... a-at least... you've got someone like me... you knwo, one who cares..."
(SO MUCH MOE IT BURNS FFFFFFFFF)
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Post by Sunao on Jul 12, 2011 18:53:33 GMT -8
(God I'm caught between letting them have a moment and absolutely ruining it. >T
/nrrrr torn)
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