Idle Fame

     ❀:// “Naah, being old means being really grumpy and wrinkly! But I don’t like being called a kid either, so…” A notorious template of juxtaposition, wasn’t she? Curls of magenta are tousled with endearing digits, yielding a wrinkled nose as a rejoinder. “—Ack, Mei-chan!!” Strings of whining initiate, only to cease at the proffered proposal. “A car — like, a real one with wheels that goes vroom vroom?! Can we go, can we?!”

      — ;;☂)) “All four wheels, kiddo!" Oh, wait. "'M sorry, 'mean Teto." No -san nor -chan, no suffix fashioning the dear into any age mold. "If I may call y'that, that is... y'know. First name n' all's kinda intrusive... But anyway, come 'round." One block away wasn't exceeding strides, was it? Silent all the while, until that metallic glint of red shook beneath a tree branches' shadows. "S' how d'you like her? ...2004 Chrysler Sebring. Real old, 'm sorry to disappoint. But had 'er since I was created. Clean 'er up real well. 'S why she's so shiny even ten years later." Moving on from memory lane. Time for a trip to the local town square with the starlet behind the wheel and a birthday girl in shotgun.                         "How's birthday ice cream sound for starters? Y'might wanna hang on tight."          Because the car really does go,                                           vroOM VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO---...M!!

♫) Religion? Pft, don’t make him laugh. Hope while quick to spark under right conditions, it’s true existence was but a haze. Tongue held back to some extent though, “God ain’t real to me. People can claim what they want, till I get some proof otherwise he’s just some belief for those who have money not to feel bad for ignoring people like me.” Poor? Lost cause? Not true synonyms but, for him they were. “I’ve just had to fend for myself. Someone has to.” Silent references to his disbelief in humanity, though she’d be spared.

      — ;;☂)) “Can't really look like anythin' more than what it is. Y'got a strange thing goin' on there.                                      ...Need I ask?"

      — ;;☂)) “Dang, a real cool chick, huh?" Cool and classy! "Darn well the coolest of yer kind I met! Not in a bad way 'r anything. Power makes ya prettier!"

“Hah. I wouldn’t feel bad at all if I never saw another winter again!          If I can move, I’m moving south where it will always be summer!”

      — ;;☂)) “Always summer?! Ya sure ya want that? 'Mean, imagine the sweat between all the places ya don't want it!"                                                                                  Meiko would know. She's already fanning her bosom at the thought. "Though really, m' favorite season's gotta be fall."

✧★Nongrade★✧

      — ;;☂)) "Huh? Gumi? Man, this is rare. What's up, chick?" Easy enough to get along with. That was the first and only impression she'd set for the bubbling songstress, even if conversations never stood for long between them. Contrasting companies bred boundaries, she supposed. "Sure we can talk, but we ought'ta get that thing outta yer finger first, eh? Looks like it hurts." It would explain why she was radiating anxiety with every twitch in movement. "'Less that was the favor ya wanted of me."                                               ...                                                      "Ya scared of pain?"

fragments found.

      — ;;☂)) "Ya got caught tryna sell black cats, kiddo."

Stars seen

      — ;;☂)) "B-beautiful?" Don;t blush, don't blush, don't blush-- "Ahah!" Dang.

nongrade

i will sing        a song that fights off the beast                      that interrupts your dreams

      — ;;☂)) "Ah-!" Well, well, well. If it wasn't-- what was his name, again? Taken in as one of PowerFX's crew and young, thick accent indicating he was shy of Japan; think, Meiko, think. “Hey there, lil' buddy!" She grins, whites blinding.                                                                                                     "Yer Oliver... right?"

"I guess so," he laughs a little, sheepish. “I didn’t mean it like that, though. More sort’a like… it’s funny, y’know? How we were always made t’ create music, but it was also always impossible t’ program us with the ability t’ feel with our hearts. So, it was more of a bonus than anything. It’s kind’a cool, too, yeah?” — - a pause.

      — ;;☂)) “Uh... well, y'know...? Yeah." Clearing diaphragms, rapidly blinking orbs far from conversation. Something's been triggered in memory, definitely.                                    "'Mean... sure there's some feelin's that're kinda tricky... y'know, like... love n' all that, n' when you're lookin' at food an' it looks good but then you realize you technically don' even really need it..."