#mikumania

“For real? We let him go on his own for one day, and he comes back with Hatsune Miku?” That man must be chosen by God-- scratch that, definitely the devil.

let miku into smash or I riot

Her words provided a little reassurance, but his nerves still persisted, wiping away some of the sweat that formed on his brow. “R... R-Right, fine.” He mumbled back. 15 years, huh? Would have thought the place would have been demolished by then. Apparently not...

The way the furniture had been haphazardly thrown around and pushed aside was... Well, a little unnerving to him. It looked so disorganised and out of place... Not to mention the vandalised walls, covered in all sorts of messages that Mac struggled to read in the vague light. Not to mention all the grime made some of the words near impossible to make out...

Well, whatever. He gripped his phone as if for dear life, still using the weak flashlight from it to illuminate their immediate surroundings as he followed behind the idol. “...Me too. I mean, I... Well, I lived in a foster home, for th’ first part of m’ life. An’ I used t’ sneak out a lot... Uh, m’ neighbourhood wasn’t exactly th’ nices, so, abandoned properties were almost everywhere.” Or, abandoned by their original owners- most were ‘converted’ into homes for those without housing, amongst other things...

“I’ve, er, never been to an amusement park before, actually.”

Ness and Paula had told him about the ones they’d been to, though. He supposed this was another one of the drawbacks of growing up living in a boarding school.