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It was terrible, it looked terrible. It was a demon in itself, a terror which only the one who put it there could understand. Something that most people would call a cry for help or attention. Was it even intentional? Gumi knew exactly what it was like to feel self-loathing. But Miku? Was she really that hurt on the inside? It was a shock. Gumi had never expected the idol to have such a thing. 

ღ — “Miku-san…” She was being formal, it was something that had to be done. This was a serious matter. “Was that scar intentional?”

"Breathing air is hard.." A disgruntled Mizuko mumbled to herself. This was the first time in eight years that she had gathered courage to leave her watery home. After debating for most of the day whether she should go, in the end she swam to the surface before she could change her mind. The sudden shift between breathing in water to breathing in air was rather painful. Swimming to shore was a bit of a struggle as well, seeing as the waves were strong today and her limbs were rather weak after all these years.

Her next problem was actually reaching the shore. Mizuko experienced the cold for the first time in a while and the contribution of being drenched from head to toe was making it even colder. She sat upon the sandy bank, shivering and breathing heavily; Maybe this was a bad idea. Still, the tealnette was determined to at least do something out of the water just to see what she was missing out on in the real world.

Standing up, she began to take baby steps across the muddy sand although she failed rather miserably. Within just taking three steps, she collapsed onto the sand with a small whine of annoyance. Pushing herself up again, Mizuko took her time to walk by taking at least a minute or so just to take one step forward. Soon enough, the girl began to make progress by awkwardly hobbling onto dryer sand. While she was proud for being able to walk now, she still had to deal with the icy cold and the diffuculty of breathing foreign air. Her lungs just weren’t working very well with the oxygen surrounding her.

                      It is without intention, however their encounter cannot be avoided. Off to another visit at a neighboring rival, INTERNET Co., Ltd., a partnership to be treasured with a delicacy that would please both their intentions, and his own. And passing through, he may see many memorable faces, all a stranger, yet a name to be remembered. Perhaps one of those faces involve a seaweed eyed female synthesizer with frills to make her form appear like the countess of a gambling salon.                       Is this why she has the indecisive persona of a swindler in most of her songs?                        However those are just songs, and nearly nobody every credits the persona behind the ten-faced female who wears it. "I'm surprised they never made you out into a character fitting for a mermaid," he adds to a passing comment meant for her sole ears. "You sort of have the look for it, you know?" Casual, casual. These are conversations stemmed from a past subject.

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