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“Lazy, fatass,” she repeated the words, committed them to memory. Though why she really felt the need to do such a thing was beyond her; maybe it was for observation purposes or maybe she was using this chance to find a gap in the other female’s armor. 

"Oh, sure!" Ritsu continued his petty assault, almost surprised the recluse hadn't walked away already. "A gold medal in failing at life is something, isn't it? Staying in your room and sleeping all day must be hard work. You deserve a little recognition."

The redhead’s tone caused her to turn and her expression forced her faint smile to fade and turned her own blank. Now really she could just turn, walk away and ignore him but… what was the fun in that. As far as she could remember her encounters with others had been pleasant. This would be interesting.

Those silent types were always a toss-up. Sometimes they were suppressing a flood of waterworks, and sometimes they were just cold all the way through, like the moon or something. Ritsu was determined to get some sort of response, though, so he continued on. If there was one personality trait Ritsu possessed that could be called positive, it was his perseverance.

Falling back into the same habits had been inevitable really.

As much as she hadn’t wanted to, she’d eventually retreated back to her room and stayed there, avoiding the crowds of students and teachers. It was all overwhelming, even with the few friends she’d made the need for solitude had won out over everything else.

The sleepy brunette had made a point of watching from the window though, an open book in her lap and a pen in the other so that she could take as many notes on the people she could observe from where she was settled.

A quiet sigh slipped from her lips and she slid from the window to change into her uniform, gather her books back up and finally make her way outside and into the school grounds.

Ritsu had seen her around the girl's dorms, but only a tiny, tiny bit. He'd be lucky to catch her shuffling out at mealtimes, but he never saw her in the cafeteria or anything. Never saw her in class. Never saw her on campus. He had kind of thought she was really sick or something, but then she'd be in the infirmary, ri--No, on second thought, not with Tancho's medical staff.

Still, she was shuffling her way out now, and Ritsu was feeling nasty.

A mocking smile crept onto his face as he turned to face her, arms spread wide.

“It’s strange, how nice it feels to have someone else doing something like this. Or … perhaps, is it because your hair is so long? Does it always feel this wonderful when you brush it yourself?” It was also a curious thing to be feeling everything as if someone had turned down the world’s volume. Were all humans built that way? Was the lack of detail in an average human’s life, maybe, the root of all their negative feelings? It was certainly something to think about, but probably best to mull over it later.

For now, he simply wanted Ritsu to continue brushing his hair; he’d have to make a conscious effort not to be lulled back into sleep by it, however. Conversation could aid in his waking efforts, of course, and perhaps exploring this new body (though that would certainly earn him the owner’s wrath and most likely some sort of physical punishment).

An idea came to him, however, and he toyed with it briefly before turning to face the other boy, his own body, regardless of whether he was finished brushing his hair. It was still so surreal, seeing his own face like that, right in front of him. Slowly, as if presented with a wild fawn, he reached out and touched his own body’s cheek, brushing against the pale skin with the back of his hand. It was warm, almost too warm, but the contact felt nice - as nice as the hair brushing had felt. Instead of immediately removing it, though, he lingered, and watched his own face for a reaction with his familiar smile plastered on Ritsu’s face. 

"Not really," Ritsu said as he worked out a slightly stubborn tangle, but since he brushed it regularly there weren't any rat's nests.  Of course, this didn't mean he could slack now. Keeping knee-length hair in anything resembling good shape was hard work, and he didn't trust it to someone whose hair seemed unable not to stick up at about a dozen different angles at a time. "I mean, it's just a part of my routine...maybe it's just different for you."

Kaworu was starting to turn around, and Ritsu panicked a bit, gathering the long strands of hair in his hands so they wouldn't fall out of place again. "H-hey, I', not done yet," he stammered, but of course his earlier motion had left none of his hands free to push Kaworu's away, so he stood there like an idiot, unmoving, with the displaced angel pressing his own hands to a borrowed face.

He supposed he'd already mentioned it quite a bit, but this was just so damn bizarre, it merited repetition.

“Ah … of course.” He cleared his throat, watching the other boy move around the room. “I see that you haven’t dressed yourself, either. Are you fine with doing that?” Of course, he meant the whole nudity issue, but he wasn’t simply going to blurt it out like that. He’d be facing Ritsu’s wrath with a hairbrush soon enough anyway.

“It might be interesting to see myself in a dress, anyway … but I’m just thinking out loud, now. My apologies~” He couldn’t help but get excited at the prospective opportunities this situation was offering. He was still a teenager, and a boy at that, after all.

But for now, he was brushing Kaworu's hair. His hair--Ritsu's hair with Kaworu hijacking it.

Damn.

So it struck me that we don’t really have any general meme post. Obviously we don’t want the RP dash cluttered with too much OOC or anything like that but I think prompts would be really nice to give ideas to others for posts. Not to mention occasional helpful critiques for those who would be interested in that. Feel free to bold what you’re accepting in your ask. And don’t forget to be conscious of copious OOC responses and pass around the love~!

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Character Questions

Oh, an UTAU. Piko seem rather unfazed by the other non-official Vocaloids. It was amazing how far other managers and creators were willing to go to make them. He continues to observe the other quietly and when he says there’s nothing to see, Piko obliges to look away.

“Agreed.”

And hey, wasn't that Utatane Piko? Ritsu had heard about him before, but he wasn't sure if he'd ever met him. He seemed a lot more... robotic than the other Vocaloids did. I mean, yeah, they were all androids, but Piko was laying it on a bit thick.

Umm, shit, umm…. Ginger…?

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“Hmmm … I don’t mind you dressing yourself in my body or even what you choose to wear, but … would you mind? I’m not quite sure how to wear dresses, I confess, but I can certainly try my best.” As long as they were on the subject. The Angel’s clothes were simple, and comfortable, and they always had been. Even back “home”, the most unusual thing he’d have to wear would be the plugsuit, and that was just like a second skin. He wasn’t even sure how to tie a tie - the situation had simply never arisen where he would’ve needed to. 

As an afterthought, he glanced back down at Ritsu’s body and back up to his own before adding, “Though, you would probably look fine in anything.”

"Just... wear pants, I guess. You don't know how how to wear a skirt right. You might end up flashing someone on accident, and--" Ritsu cut off as his mind helpfully reminded him that Kaworu was going to have to see him naked in order to get dressed. Unless Ritsu blindfolded him or something and dressed him himself, which would almost be worse.

The singer just hoped the realization hadn't come to Kaworu yet, since he seemed to be having altogether too much of a good time in that body, as far as he was concerned.