#02kun

What a magnificent decision. We will be sure to record your name and theme on the unit’s page shortly. 

Good luck in the future, members of Alexandrite!

Insomnia gets the best of us~…. At least the mod squad looked at everything.

Welcome to Yumenosaki, Len. You will be applied to Yumenosaki Academy as apart of Class 3A, and assigned to Unit B.

And thus concludes the scouting for Unit B!

To you, @dreambillow​, and @incxnadine; please collaborate to decide your unit name and unit theme. We request that one of you three submit your name and theme within the next 5 days to the mod blog.

Good luck!

{☆} “Yuki-chan is stuck. Maybe if she yells enough, someone will let her down!” 

But before she could execute her plan, a bunch of apples roll out roll her randoseru bag, falling below to an unsuspecting and unlucky person. 

{☆} “Whoopsies.”  

 Well at least she doesn’t have to strain her voicebox like this, but she also hopes that the impact doesn’t knockout her supposed savior.

With all this talk of a ball, the author figured she had nothing better to do than attend. Or at least, nothing else had come up yet. Besides, to socialize could be fun, if nor at least useful in gathering information about this place. And it seemed the whole city was encouraging such festivities, since all the dress shops advertised varying sales.

Hence why she bothered to spend a few spare hours sifting through the racks of dresses and other fancy clothing. Given her short size, there wasn’t much to choose from for her specifically; but, she didn’t expect to find anything to buy. She was having more fun watching other people shop.

Especially when a young boy caught her attention -- blonde and a flashy dresser. He didn’t look too strange in a shop like this, though she didn’t think he was shopping for himself... Maybe, a date? Did kids his age date already?

    SHE’D know the boy from a mile away. She can detect idiocy. 

    Of course, she’d never grant any of her dear brothers and sisters the honor admitting their decency. A little foreword, context: Len Kagamine. He was boring. He was plain. He would play into mortal hands. He was so obsessed with learning things-- did he even know their purpose? There was no point. T’was a quest to no avail. Those losers from the other companies? She’ll give them a little leeway. A Crypton? He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. But everything he would say was rusty. 

    ( ♪ ) ❝ You know what? I’m honestly surprised they brought you here. Luka... Her, I can believe. Barely. You? God, that makes me want to laugh. But I suppose it wouldn’t be much of a social disaster if they didn’t bring in the weedy. ❞

good morning papa

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