Independent Gumi Megpoid rp blog

semi-selective, para/multi-para, one liners

Status: -3 drafts [7/11/15]

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If you cannot teach me to fly—teach me to sing

atatakami:

              _{☀ —- “But your green hair is sugoi, yeah!?” Proclaims she with fingers curling into affirmative fists.”I’m jealous of your hair color, really! I could never pull off such vibrant hair!” Although isn’t it ironic for her to claim such a thing when her hair undoubtedly is half of her famous image?—No, rather, it is entirely her signature image. Should she ever cut her twin tails to even a third of the length they air now, less she wish to have her head sliced off and served on a platter at Crypton’s next dinner. "And I bet your dancing is great, too! I know it is—I’ve seen you dance!" Silently she wonders what creates Gumi’s such distasteful image of herself. Should she not wander around the streets with pride? Yet, unfortunately, her actions lead Hatsune to assume the opposite.} 

           _{☀ —-  "mm…how have I been?" Repeating the question aloud while her answer builds itself, she tilts her head and twirls locks of aquamarine between two fingers. "Same old, same old, I suppose." A snicker at her comment, playful nodding to follow. "Ah—that depends! I guess Len is pretty nasty, huh? Kaito too, yeah? Maa.. but what about you?”}

    _{[ A snicker escaped her mouth as the girl talked about pulling off vibrant hair, speaking as if her long teal twin-tails were non-existent. One time she had a dream she had hair as long as Miku’s only it was just those two longer locks of her front bangs. It was very uncomfortable and every now and again she would trip over her hair. Definitely not a fun experience. A new respect blossomed from that dream–er–nightmare, rather. ]}

_{[★]-"Hehe, you’ll have to thanks the instructors for my dancing skills on stage.”}

    _{[She interjected. It was true that those fancy whats-a-ma-call-it’s were all etched into her mind weeks, even months before a concert because of her lack of coordination. If asked to dance out of the blue, the chicken dance was her best option. Simple, easy, gets to the point. It was her signature dance, really. ]}

    _{[ As her question was volleyed back to her, she only responded with a simple “good!” like most would. It only occurred to her that perhaps Miku was asking if she was hanging around any nasty boys. ]}

_{[★]-“Eto…No, I don’t think so. Unless you count Gumiya and Gakupo-nii as nasty boys. Actually, now that I think about it, they are nasty boys.”}