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"Well, thanks for letting me know~! I’ll keep my eye out." She closed one eye in an exaggerated wink, as if she were in fact "keeping an eye out" for anyone who may look like her. It was difficult for her to remain serious, especially when she was upset. The childish behavior was what she hid behind, except for maybe around Luka and people she knew well. And she didn’t know this boy, not really.

"You're quick to go from serious to cheerful." It was unsettling for him, just a bit.

Finally, she looked up, for once, masks pushed aside. Just for a moment, was it okay to do this? She needed truthful answers, so it required her to be truthful, as well. “How? Why?” She searched for some sort of deeper question, or at least something more specific. “Do you have any proof?”

She had finally dropped the smiles and seemed to be going more serious now. He rests his hands back on the desk. Eyes droop down and he shrugs. "Truth be told, I don't know either. One day I saw myself, and it creeped me out. Eventually I noticed some more." He scratches the back of his head. He wasn't sure about it himself, and it confused him more than anything. He was himself; but there's other 'hims'. "I don't think I have any proof, though.." He fiddles with a lock of his hair. Was he expected to have any? He didn't.

"Awww, that’s silly!" She already half-believed it, but it was in her nature. Part of her was always going to be terrified of being replaced. "There can’t be multiple Mikus or Lens. I’m Miku, so there can’t be other mes! And, you … You must be … A veeeeeery dedicated cosplayer, huh?" She giggled, perhaps a bit more forced than usual. She abruptly took a large swallow of coffee, the liquid scalding her throat.

“Alright, listen up. I ain't a cosplayer, I'm a Len you don't know about. You're Hatsune Miku, the third one I've met. I met another one recently, much more ruder than you. One when I was younger, she was a crybaby.” He clutches onto his shorts. She'd come across one eventually, this was just a warning of course.

♮ リン ♮ ;;        ”Ah—?" Bright blue optics flickered over at a familiar figure. Quickly, a smile tugged on the corners of her lips, pleased to see them. Rin walked over to the figure, quietly, and tugged on their shirt in an attempt to get their attention. ”Oi! What are you doing around town today, hm?" Rin had been out because of the refreshing spring weather— as well as she had finished recording her latest song. The young girl had wanted to go out for a long walk until she noticed the familiar face.

"What do you want?" He shows no sense of interest in his voice, and it comes out like an arrow–bullseye! He really wasn't friendly at all, was he?

"Copies …?" She frowns, pulling the cup closer to her, as if for comfort. She was careful not to spill it, though; even in her discomfort, she had to consider what a dark stain on a light pink coat would do to a diva’s image. "There are no copies of Len or Rin … Or Luka … Or me. Are you trying to play a joke on Miku?" A light smile was given, one she didn’t feel but had gotten very good at faking. A frown for too long wasn’t appropriate.

"Nope, no tricks." He finally says, turning his gaze back towards hers. His hands move up and he grabs his forehead signing, making his hair even messier than it was before. "There's not only one Miku, and one Len. There's lots and lots of Mikus and Lens. I've met numerous." Of course, it couldn't be believed, huh? He gives a long sigh. Was his aura contagious?

The shop was rather empty this time of day, and by this point all of the employees had gotten her autograph. Miku loved meeting fans, but it was nice to not have a bunch of them! Talking one-on-one was always preferable. She made herself sick during official meetings, when she couldn’t chat easily with everyone, the clock looming over her. She always felt like she failed those she had to turn away without engaging in conversation! She was glad she wouldn’t have to do that with this boy.

"I sure as hell do look like him, don't I Hatsune-san?" Copies made him sick, and the straightforward blunt and coldness in his voice could pierce a heart. He sighs, eyes lowered to the ground. "I am in fact Len. Maybe not the one you know. You're clearly not familiar with copies."Immediately, he regrets speaking so many words at once. It made his stomach twist, and if such a silly thing was believable, it actually did lower his self-esteem a bit.