A/N: I don't what came over me, but I suddenly wanted to write something about these two. I came up with the idea at around four in the morning after watching The Smurfs and jotted the ideas down on a notepad and finally decided to go on with it and write it out. c: Somewhat like a Drabble.
It was a blissful Saturday afternoon for the residents of Crypton Future Media. Not a single request or cover needed to be done, each and every one of them were finally given the time to just kick back and relax. And what better way to spend it by playing Mario Cart with your twin?
"HA! In yo' face, Shota! I totally owned you again!"
. . . Well, at least he was trying to have fun. Just as Rin skipped over to collect their CD case, they heard a knock on their door. Rin automatically plopped her body onto the couch and instantly fell asleep. Miku and Kaito shuffled over to the kitchen and Meiko and Luka suddenly started having a drinking contest.
Len rolled his eyes at his "family"and got up to answer. There really was no reason for everyone to fight each other to death for it. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a handful of colorful confetti being scattered all over him, followed by a nasally "Suhpriiiiiiiiiize!" from none other than Rion Tone, A.K.A, the "moe"-loid.
"Rion. . . Hi. . .?" What else was he supposed to say to that bizarre greeting?
"Tee hee," she giggled and batted her eyelashes to try and look cute in his eyes. "Oh don't look so shell-shocked, Lenny-kins~" cooed the strange girl in front of him, jabbing him in the ribs. "I just stopped by to tell you that I'm hosting my annual Spring barbeque at MoeJapan!" she squealed and started bouncing in place on the balls of her feet.
He stared at her long and hard. ". . .You were just released a few months ago. . ." He reminded her.
She ignored that comment and beamed, handing him an invitation in the shape of a sunflower. "I hope to see you there!"
"Sorry Rion," he quickly said, his voice lacking any hint of an apology. "But Miku has a concert that day. We can't make it." He reached to close the door, but Rion was not to be deterred.
"Oh come on, it's just a little get-together," she pressed on. "I'm sure Miku will have plenty of concerts. She is the Miku Hatsune, after all."
His eyebrow twitched and scowled at the girl. The little brat. . . He would have slammed the door in her face by now, but her hands ̶ which were surprisingly strong ̶ prevented the door from closing for even an inch.
"It's important to her, so no, we can't miss it." He tried again.
"I'm sure her concert can't last the whole barbeque, can't you stop by afterwards?" She was now straining to keep the door open.
"No Rion, we can't come," Len replied firmly, finally succeeding in shutting the door.
"Well, if you can make it, here's the invitation." She slipped it through the letter box. She stepped back a little as Len slammed open the door, glared at her one last time, ripped the invitation in two and tossed it down at the grass. He then closed the door without another word and stomped his way back towards the rec room.
"Ohhh well, don't make any plans for the second of July, that's when I start my Summer barbeque." She reminded him, as she strolled away, her spirits still high and not dampened in the least by his display while she skipped away home.
As the others pretended not to have overhead their conversation, Len took his spot back on the couch and started stuffing his face with banana crisps. So much for a relaxing day.
They remained silent for several seconds, save for the small clicks and sound effects from the video game, until Miku dared to say, "I don't have a concert that day. . ."