#atatakami

                  Today was Miku’s birthday.

KAITO had been planning the party for the last month, getting together various party supplies, party attenders, party helpers, caterers, gifts, etc. The bakery where he’d ordered her cake had been rather confused by the need of a three tier, all vanilla, birthday cake for a nine year old, but KAITO had never been the type to settle for small time parties with it came to the world’s number one singing synthesizer diva. 

Sure, it would just be Miku, KAITO, the other Cryptonloids, and various other Vocaloids, UTAUs, and derivatives that all knew the pop princess fairly well, but that didn’t mean he needed to skimp on the cake. It was the most important part, next to the gift. KAITO takes the box that contains the present that he’d picked out for her and stuffs it inside his coat pocket. It was a gift best left unwrapped, he’d decided, and turned to look at the time. Miku would be busy until 20:45, and people would start arriving for party prep soon.

And as excited as the bluenette android is for his younger sister(ish)’s birthday... As excited as he is to see her smile, and laugh, and open her gifts, there’s someone else he can’t help but think of.

The human Miku from before... Was she celebrating alone tonight? While he knows that the only thing between himself and that stranger is a sense of disconnect, he can’t help but feel sorry for her. He remembered what it felt like, in the period between the announcement that his voicebank was a failure, and the first duet with Miku, to suffer alone.

It doesn’t take a lot of convincing Crypton to get the address of the human popstar, at least, nowhere near as much convincing as it takes himself to actually travel there. It’s not far, definitely a short bike ride, but it’s all he can do on the way to keep from panicking. 

i luv tht bath bomb.... its avocado bc it has avocado butter in it but it smells fruity bc of the lemongrass

– —    rude maybe , most likely but it wasn’t her concern. as long as it wasn't directed at herself , who cares ? ( not her ) . a mischief grin played on her glossed lips. playing innocent was lame , starting drama now that was fun. there was to much of a thrill from the reaction. how could she not keep it going.

u make me alive