#rinrinmikan

Lightly, he smiles, tossing sweets into the bag. "Mm! Is that your costume? Heh…it doesn’t look any scary to me."

A sharp ringing in his ears    drowns out the pattering outside his window.           It is painful, less merciful— much cruel.With headaches erupting, crinkling his brain,                        processing deep grooves; gaps in his head.                                            It hurts, it hurts so much.Amid an earful of noise approaches a soft double click—       a tender tap against his door, louder than the rain.                                                 Louder than his hell. Rising, creaking the floors, he approaches hardwood,   taking away the lock and key.Drenched blonde, robbed of its sunnier strands, lie damp and dripping, rainwater tearfully washing away her complexion.                                      He wonders,                                               why does the ringing cease?The rain which now hollers, wails. The night air growing thin, into ice.       Flabbergasted ceruleans quake in her presence. Thus he speaks, a trembling tone building solid, hiding away his past turmoil."Rin, what are you doing out in the rain without an umbrella?" Time continues forward, and readjusts itself to match a more appropriate foreground. A smile raises his lips, once hollow eyes pooling with gentle, conflicted emotion.          It has always been there. With friends. With strangers. With all the people in the world. Everyone, but himself.                "Get in here, already-- you'll catch a cold." In which by impulse, (by program?) by habit, habitually he takes her hand, tugging only gingerly to guide a drenched synthesizer inside, away from the downpour roaring outside.                                    What is the activity, today? Today, of all days                                                                       is the worst day to appear.                                                                  The ringing in his head reaches an acquittal.                                    Yet the rain chooses to continue, a female's silence left unnoticed."Baaaaka," teases he, grinning as always with a towel in his hands.                                "Did you know Vocaloids can also get sick?                                                                      It's happened to me before, you know."Such gestures so natural, upon engagement does he stutter, and hesitate.                             It is wrong.                                       But also right.                     Morally, it is kind.                                                                                               Justified, it is not.          His brows furrow, a bitterness embracing his build. Yet a petite grin stands. Hands, grown so large, now, cast over another mirror's head. A towel's bristles come collide, and rub away at the water that still refrains itself from departing.                                               Drying her hair,                                                                                 an old formality, is it not?Thunder crashes, yet he does not notice,                                                                               being too occupied by the ringing that has returned to his ears.

  "If you don’t mind the idea of me possibly devouring it all." And of course, she does not mean it. 

aaa no don't be sorry i'm not upset or anything lol it's nothing to worry about.

"Ahaha!" He melodious chuckle would fill the air around them, manifesting his blithe! "Let’s see what you’ve got, little Rin-chan, how good is your aim?”

[[:// ooc rabus received !!!!

        "Off to the grocery store, then." and with it triggers the safety precautions. Fingers interlace with tinier ones, her hoodie is draped on top of the blonde, and they are ready to go. 

  What a sudden demand. What a sudden, specific demand.            ”Chocolate chocolate, or just chocolate?”