#luscusboy

  The witch had to physically stop himself from running over happily, because it had become pretty clear that a lot of people shared the same face. Still, though, this person looked more familiar to him than any doubles he’d seen so far.

      “What do you think? Cat ears are a must, or nah?”

He brings his gaze slowly up, as away from the thing as possible, though the traffic is hardly a good place to look now that time is on his mind. Trembling slightly, hopefully unnoticeably, he tries to nudge it with his foot, his thoughts reduced to a prayer that it would run away, far far away. Fearing his failure too much to look down and see if he’s succeeded, he turns to face the boy, glaring, yelling (as if he doesn’t, he’ll cry). “W-why would I catch it?! It probably has... fleas, or... or s-something!”

You are Oliver, right? Synthetics skitter between aluminum chords to produce a semi-satisfactory sound, resonating in an empty shell he deemed to be his throat. The Kagamine isn’t like the rest of the V3′s so you will have to spare him the abnormalities his English prototype serves him. Were you always this short in height?