"Lui wa-nts o..ne too?"

He had yet another smile on his face, tilting his head just so. He acted so much like a child..

"Ok-ay!"

The same procedure is followed, child stepping up on the tips of his boots to reach the required height. He had to do that for a lot of things in life, and this was just another one of those.

     ..?

    Who is this?

      An..dr..oid?...

Little taps against carpet floor lightened up his mood, shoes making the oddest noises along step after step. Forward, to the corner of the room that was filled with some of the most obnoxious he'd met-- some human, some robots, like him.

But they were famed so, famed more than he was, green hair and odd voice that nobody appreciated. Was he truly as out of his friends' league as he tried not to tell himself? He didn't want to think so. That would be such a huge hit on his confidence, and his ability to get any sort of update.

In the corner of the large convention hall lie but another person, person that he knew wasn't quite organic and definitely a Vocaloid like himself.

Himself? No, not like himself. Nobody was like himself.

(( pfft thank ;u; i think you’re cool too [also wow we basically ship like the same in it -cries happily-]))

                                                  ...?                                                        ...?? Silence prowls down tiled hallways, ghosting the air of a run-down company building with agonizing atmospheres. It was as if there existed not a single resident.. but how much difference would it make, if such residents were silent, mouths stitched shut by limitations out of far reach of wide interest? The joy that being able to produce song--long since snuffed out by the bandaged Oliver--begged persistently to join with the members of this company. And he hoped it so, if only to route life into this bleak building. Was it abandoned? Much so like the projects of this eerie establishment?

It remained to be seen, painfully so. Oliver wanted to scream, speak with silent air that could mask that this building was depressed below better days. It drove him to frustration. Why ever would he be scheduled to sing here? And what cruel force could ever will someone, even a robot, to reside here?

Blonde locks of hair show from a door frame, curious golden-eyed owner poking his head into a once off-limits threshold. But what did a closed door mean to him? Nothing. Curiosity trumped any sense of danger that he had ever harbored.