The lone boy scratched his neck while glancing covertly at the furniture that took up the most of space in his living room, unsure of anything actual to do. The thought of that he lived in a house which also was occupied by his other "family" – if he could it like so instead of room-mates, and tried to come up with something to do was preposterous, and yet so possible. The boy felt like the evidence for that. He was a trickster, to put it bluntly for him. At least, to him he was one. Other than his own sketchy ideas, he really didn't have any indication of such. He really had just left a prank or two during times like April Fools or Halloween on his poor sister, but that never really turned into anything. Just tiny memories of teasing and being mean towards his younger sibling. As he himself grew, physically and mentally, he could never bring himself to such things anymore. Perhaps it was just simply responsibility he felt, but from time to time he truly felt like doing a complex but short prank that would stay in both of their memories, but he could never bring himself to do so. Lazy, was what it was called. At least in terms of what he knew. Maybe there was some other word for it? Could've been some other word for it. Could. But now, after the "lucky" find of the suits, probably crafted by some magical but insane person, he truly could embrace his "true" self, as a trickster. Or something in the lines of such weird things. The question was simply just what the hell he was supposed to do. Len was his name. Len, the trickster. The trickster who didn't even have any idea on what to do. Talk about being silly.

Silently, he admired secret collection, hidden behind his closet. A compartment, tucked away by the original owners of the house. Theories on its existence were many, anything from it being downright smart, or hiding someone's illegal stash of child pornography. The possibility was there, but the latter felt incredibly far-fetched. Then again, they never really got to learn the history of the house, so the original inhabitants could've been the strangest of people. He really just shouldn't think so much about it, he thought to himself yet more. Returning his interest to what the secret compartment contained, he pulled out one of the suits at random, barely even glancing on its features. When he finally brought himself to it, the teal-colored twintails made him grin slightly. He surely wouldn't turn down such a stroke of luck just like that.

"M-Mikuooo-san, let me iiiin. ~"

His sisters light voice coming from the other side of the door surprised Mikuo, but knowing her usual temper, letting Miku in would probably be the wisest thing to do. As soon as the door was opened by his hand, his sister Miku stormed in.

"I-I want to talk with you! …Onii-saan."

Eyebrows, those belonging to Mikuo, flew up high somewhere up to his forehead when his sister began speaking again. Being called "onii-san", especially from someone like his short-tempered and snobby sister, wasn't something he would've expected to happen even once in his life. Never.

"…A-About what?"

"…D-Does Mikuo have someone h-h-he really, really likes a l-lot?"

Did Miku, his sister, care about if he loved someone or not? Thinking of his answer to the question was he even sure of whom he liked, overall? Saying his mind was bending inside-out would've been very much exaggerating, but even so, it surely didn't feel like it.

"I-I think."

The sudden glimmer (of hope?) glowing from his sisters eyes made him feel insecure on his true answer, like if he would break her dreams apart. Surely, she didn't have hope for herself being loved by her brother, of all people, animals, and vocaloids?

"B-But, I don't exactly know who, to b-be completely honest, M-Miku."

Mikuo could witness her hope turn into slight disappointment and confusion. Did his sister really expect that he actually was in love, despite knowing his awkwardness when it came to something like love?

"…Very well, n-n-nii-san. Sorry to have bothered you."

As Miku talked, her head seemingly hung down into the ground, and it didn't exactly stop as she went out, carefully closing the door behind her. Was his sister trying to make him feel guilty of not proposing who he loved to her? And what had caused her to act so… Strange? It was so against the Miku he knew as his sister who actually was sort of frightening. Had she come across something depressing and family-related that made want to reassure herself that what she called "family" still loved her? Mikuo scratched his hair with rapid and annoyed movements. He really needed to talk with his sister, sooner or later. Undoubtedly, Miku wouldn't want to be distracted, so getting yelled at was suspected to happen. But maybe, an answer was worth getting yelled at, after all?