"Len! Le-en!" The shrieks were oddly melodious, but that was to be expected from her. She had been created with that purpose. Now, she was on a mission.
"Kagamine Len – show yourself!"
"Rin, calm down. Take a chill pill. Whatever."
She leapt through the air, tackling the blond. Latching on to his neck, she beamed him a smile and planted a kiss on his cheek. As retaliation for the tackle, he dropped her and then helped her back up. You couldn't afford to be mean to your princess, can you?
"What was I… oh yeah! Kaito told me that Miku told him that Gack told her that Luka found out over the web that"- deep breath for a dramatic effect – "you are a sho-"
"I dare you to finish that thought, Rin. You do it, and you can say goodbye to the road-roller!"
She pouted, then adopted an adorable (for Len, that is) expression of annoyance. "And you say that I need a chill pill?"
"You don't understand the term, do you?"
"No, but Master uses it at times. Why?"
He rolled his eyes, did odd hand motions. She understood it to mean he wanted the theme dropped like a too-hot potato.
"Well, as a penitence for almost insulting me…" Devilish grin. Sparkling eyes. He leapt…
"Ahahahhaha! Sto~p it!"
He was tickling her. The nerve! But well, if "shota" really was some kind of highly offensive term, she got off light. And she was quite the master of tickling as well.
"Revenge!"
A tickle war ensued. Both of them would like to list an overly inflated number of casualties. The glories of the battle, and all that jazz. Thing is, both of them ended up exhausted and red in the face, hair disheveled and with runaway bursts of giggling.
"So… Rin? We even now?"
"Sure are… wait, nope. Not even by miles."
Len jumped up – probably left a hole in the roof.
"What?"
"I want a special prize for beating you in the tickle war."
"But you lost!"
"Same thing really – attacking a lady unawares, Len?"
"Fine, fine…"
He rolled his eyes once more. Hastily spun around, and kissed Rin full on the lips.
Luka found them some time later, when neither of them had shown up for dinner. Neither had she, but that is for another time. Point is, on the way to the kitchen, she found a certain pair of blondes with their lips locked together, pulling apart occasionally only to laugh and giggle like mad. She'd know after all.