so. um, hi.
after almost a year of abandoning this fic, i have returned to work on it. so, yes. after writing something new and discovering it had the exact same plot as 'online', i decided not to go ahead and publish it and instead rewrite this. it's the same as the original, except.. different names, etc.. and this time i'm going to put the focus on their personal lives instead of their internet ones.
i'll be straying away from the original and make their personalities more realistic than before.
the original was intended to be light and humorous, (K+ to T rated).. this may be slightly more inappropriate and darker on the themes. (T - M?)
hopefully better grammar, but it's probably still not the best.
(needs a beta-reader but too shy to find one hahahahahahahahah)
(u can skip to the end if u want)
recommended: (platform 9) 3/4.
disclaimer: claims, etc. shén me de. enjoy.
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[anonymous] : has the thought of death ever occurred to you?
＠tartè-sentiments
(3likes - 5reposts) 3m ago
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[tartè-sentiments]: perhaps - – possibly – depends.
death is death – an empty noun without specifications wouldn't naturally have it's own meaning, would it?
there needs to be a base before i can fill in the gaps. so, my answer depends on you. ＠anonymous
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Trkk... trkk... click.. trkkk... click..
Rin stared at the bright screen with half-lidded eyes, barely stifling a huge yawn, before going back to scroll down her newsfeed.
Bloody hell, she was tired – so, so, so, very, tired. Ofcourse, she could've just done the perfectly sane and normal (not exactly in this generation) thing to do, and hover the mouse over to click Start, just to head over and click 'Shut Down' before slumping down into the deep, comforting embrace of her duvet. Unfortunately, that kind of solution was impossible to her, considering how she was part of Gen-Z.
Also known as Generation Zombies, because they spend most of their life living dead behind a screen.
But, in Rin's defense, you can't blame her. After all, she is ranked on the top fifteen bloggers on Sherb (with 18m followers!) – and that's something she must absolutely maintain – for the sake of her youth! (not really, she just didn't have a life anyways) It didn't matter how horrible her eyebags were getting, or how it was freaking four in the morning, she just had to be online. Had to.
More so when people were posting endlessly on her page.
"Wait.. what the–" click.
Even more so when she discovered that she'd lost her fiftieth place on the charts to some idiot who registered last week.
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profile updated: 9h ago
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[tartè-sentiments]
(erin) 18.1m
following : 201
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so afraid of taking chances when you gonna reach the top
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The small tinkle of a bell brought his attention over to her petite figure, still holding on to the handle of the door as she lowered her gaze from her phone and instead scanned the room to find him.
He waved at her.
Rin widened her eyes and quickly made her way over to his table. "Hey,"
Draped in a warm pitch-black scarf loosely wrapped around up to his chin, the boy wore a light maroon cardigan, a white shirt and grey sweatpants underneath. While it was nothing out-of-the-ordinary and his usual style, And, despite his usual chubby cheeks and that rosy nose that never failed to make it obvious whenever he was feeling a little chilly, she couldn't help but notice a weird different sense of atmosphere surrounding him. Perhaps it was some new, odd air of maturity?
Then again, it was Len.
She shook the thought out of her mind – impossible.
"Yeah, hey – wow." He grinned, mocking exaggeration: "Are you really Kagamine Rin? What happened to you – puberty?"
"Aw, Len, old pal, you flatter me." She laughed with the same amount of sarcasm, bending in and scooping his iced tea up in one swoop before helping herself to a mouthful (even though he had a hand outstretched over the table and was shouting protests at her not to drink it), "Oh, wow, this actually tastes nice – is it some kind of limited edition fusion strawberry milk with green tea?"
He rolled his eyes and snatched the cup back from her grasps.
"Wow, I wonder what your first clue was," He pointed at the drink, "-the green powder, the strawberry slices – or that signboard outside the cafe that updates whenever there are new drinks in the shop. Well, I mean, you might've also just checked their twitter – that's a possibility too, knowing you."
Rin beamed, and was about to give an answer, until a vibration came from her pocket. (pipki~)
Her fingers instinctively dug into her jeans and brought out her phone.
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[southchinac] : ＠tartè-sentiments have you ever felt so insecure – so, so, so very insecure – that rather than making a difference with what you can do, you're instead constantly afraid of the sins that you're capable of committing?
(19likes - 32reposts) posted : 41s ago
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She quickly typed out a reply.
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[tartè-sentiments] : insecurity is a disease. there are those strong enough to be immune to it, and there are those weak enough to be infected by it - and, it just so happens, i'm one of the weak ones. ＠southchinac
(94likes - 122reposts) posted : 2s ago
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"You're still as addicted to the internet as ever."
"Mhm,"
He scoffed, making her flinch.
It wasn't as if she purposely wanted to be seen as rude or ignorant.
Much rather than that, she was completely obsessed with her life beyond the screen, wanting to be one of the best in the rankings. Yes, that place in the top fifty was something she built for almost two years – caringly and lovingly, nurturing all of her followers through active posting, well dedicated time, and yet– - !
Gah!
"..You seem frustrated."
"Thanks, captain obvious."
The girl then proceeded to barely pay him any mind – simply continuing to scroll down her newsfeed with her right thumb while he just redirected his own attention into crushing the jelly at the bottom of his cup with a huge straw.
For a few light seconds, she found her gaze continuously flicker back to him.
"So," she began, slowly lowering her phone, "How's life at an all-boys school? Interesting?"
His grin returned. "Oh, yes, very."
"Are there alot of hot guys?" She quickly sneaked in another sip of his melting drink. ("oy!"). He only wiggled his eyebrows knowingly, making her gasp outloud: "There are, aren't there? Oh my god, a school full of high-school boys. Must be amazing – mind sneaking me in there sometime soon?"
Len mocked a frown, "What, so I can get killed when we get caught? No, thanks."
"Aw, please!"
"Silence, you foolish child. Go forth and 'mingle' along with all the other little kids your age."
"Len!"
"Hey, look, the only reason I'm over there is to study, okay?" He forced himself into a serious tone, "If I wanted to spy on naked guy-bods for my kid-bestfriend, I would've went to a more.. authentic highschool, yeah? Maybe a particular one that's situated nearby a certain nude beach near your house – you know, Kamisaoka?"
She scrunched up her face in disgust: "Isn't that a naturalist club?"
"Yep. It's also a boarding school for all those nudist-loving children like you."
"Oh." She shook her head, dismissing the subject. "You're taking up art courses, right?"
Len raised his index finger and signaled her to wait while he downed the rest of the ice-blended drink, throwing his head back when he had to go through the brain-freeze. He threw away the cup before retaking his seat across from her.
"Art courses – yes. So in a way, I really am studying at an naturalist club, considering all those naked people I'll be drawing soon." At her horrified expression, he just laughed lightly. "I'm kidding – well, atleast I hope I am. I guess. I think. I mean, I want to, just a little bit – you know, purely for the learning process."
She narrowed her eyes.
"You filthy liar."
"Heh."
"School must be so fun for you, 'innit?"
He grinned in amusement. "I guess it is. But, I'll be honest, I kind of miss seeing you everyda–" pipki~
His speech was interrupted by another notification from her phone.
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[motivationalgiraffe] : How do you know when it's time to end a friendship? ＠tartè-sentiments
(99likes - 132reposts) posted : 1m ago
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[tartè-sentiments] : if you feel the need to end it, it never really began ＠motivationalgiraffe
(143likes - 200reposts) posted : 5s ago
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Len raised his brows.
"How irritating. Who's the guy that's oh-so-avidly messaging you – your new boyfriend?"
"Pfft, no. It's just my notifications." She sighed dreamily and looked outside the window, "One day, though, I will get a boyfriend; A hot older guy, one that's taller than me – buys me food, and always makes an effort to check up on me day and night–"
He cut her off: "–Oh, you mean like me?"
"Ew, no." She scoffed, "Firstly, you're like, barely a month older than me – you're totally not hot unless we're under the circumstances in which you're suffering a fever; and today is the first time you've contacted me in three weeks, like, hello, who the heck do you think you are, you selfish, insolent pri–"
Pipki~
"Oh, haha. Wait, Len, just give me a minute. I need to check this real quick."
Out of sheer irritation, he flicked an unused tissue paper over to hit her in the face.
sunday .
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"I'll be done without your kisses, I'll be needing stitche–"
"I need a one dan–"
"Baby, you don't have to rush, you can leave a toothbr–"
"Is it too late now to say sorr–"
"Enough, Miku." She sighed, barely stifling a yawn as she dragged the cursor over to press the 'stop recording' button and laid her forehead flat against the surface of her desk. "This isn't working – it won't. I just feel as if there's something.. missing, in this. Maybe your voice just isn't suitable for these type of songs."
"Why? What's wrong with my voice?"
Rin just shrugged nonchalantly.
However, when the tealette flipped off her (rather expensive, mind you) headset and threw it halfway across the room, she realised that she had probably set hell to break loose. Usually, on a normal day, Rin would just widen her eyes and quickly apologise before anything else would go wrong and enter an haphazardous wreck.
It seemed that today wasn't a normal day.
"Well, hypothetically, there's nothing wrong with it. It's just.." She didn't hold back a yawn this time. She rubbed a finger in the area between the bridge of her nose and left eye in frustration before shaking her head, "No, nevermind. Don't mind it."
"Oh, you'd better hope that I don't mind i–" Miku fumed, before stopping in her tracks to look at the other girl in alert. "Wait.. what do you mean by 'don't mind it'..? Rin, are you feeling alright?"
"Yes..? I'll rewind 'stitches', it should warm up your vocals. And, ah – pick up the headset on your way."
Miku stepped forward and placed a hand on the blonde's forehead.
"...?"
"You don't have a fever?"
"That, I don't."
"Explain yourself, then." The older female tapped the side of her hip with an index finger, quirking a brow expectantly. "I dare say that you've been acting rather odd as of lately – and, I confess, I'm not exactly fond of this recent behavior of yours. It's got me wondering, whether I have, perhaps, done something wrong to trigger this new personality?"
Rin pressed her lips together in thought. "No, I'm alright."
"You're obviously not alright." Miku scoffed, shaking her head and allowing her pigtails to sweep the floor (could it be used as a mop, Rin wondered briefly). "You used to treat me with a proper sense of superiority – as a queen. As your queen."
well shi.t
Obviously she was well-aware that once the 'queen' began ranting, there was a eighty-percent chance of her not stopping until about a fortnight later.
"I see."
"But now, have you been treating me with the same level of respect? Alas, you have not!" She sighed dramatically, resting the back of her hand against her forehead. "I used to be the lovely sister figure for you to look up to – I used to be the only highschool–friend you have – I used to hold a special place in your heart."
"Get to the point."
Apparently though, Rin didn't exactly seem to care about the potato chip's (she'd made it a casualty to name whoever seemed to particularly irritate her as such) emotions as much anymore. Rather than that, she couldn't seem to care less.
Pouting, the tealette crossed her arms.
"Simply put, you haven't been treating me the same ever since Len got into highschool."
"What the heck does Len have to do with anything?"
"Everything. Rin, admit it – the only reason you even hang around me is because I'm that cool, mature, older friend in high-school that every kid wants just to keep up their image and seem dignified. But now you don't even need me anymore because your bestfriend is in highschool and there's no way for me to compete in that. I mean, look, you completely ditched me yesterday just to have some coffee with him, didn't you?'
She felt her eye twitch.
"The only reason I'm hanging around you is because my mum pays me to." and, no, I dislike coffee, mind you, she left unspoken.
"Ah, I'm wounded..!" The girl made sobbing noises which eerily reminded Rin of Moaning Myrtle – speaking of which, she hasn't read the series in a while– "Rin, I'm literally crying over here – do you even have a single ounce of compassion?" -rather, she hadn't even checked her newsfeed in a while–
She quietly turned on her phone from under the desk.
It might've been a mistake, she realised too late, when it began vibrating relentlessly in her palms.
Pipki~ pipki~ Pipki~ pipki~
Rin hastily placed the device between her thighs in an attempt to muffle it. (also, note, the blonde decided to go ahead and reply to the most familiar user first)
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[cauliflower] : is lo v e an i l lu s io n ? ＠tartè-sentiments
(919likes - 2.1kreposts) posted : 4m ago
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[tartè-sentiments] :＠cauliflower n o, homie
(502likes - 680reposts) posted : 30s ago
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"..it's so intolerabl– hey, Rin, you've better had been listening."
"Right. Right, sorry." She mentally scolded herself for zoning out. "Um, d'you mind recalling what we were talking about?"
"Len."
"Oh, right. What about him?"
".. You have the long-term memory span of a cat."
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He smiled in amusement.
"So.. the queen seems to be under the impression that she's been replaced?"
Rin nodded, helping to stir the bottom of his cup with a tiny spoon.
Mercilessly, she ripped open two packets of creamer and dumped the contents into his scalding coffee, shortly followed by a single packet of sugar. She took a whiff of the caffeine and grimaced, wrinkling her nose at the bitter stench before slowly, and very carefully, pushing it towards him.
"Thanks." He whispered, picking up the drink. She watched with narrowed eyes as he tilted the cup and allowed the liquid to level with his sealed lips, burning it, but not enough to enter through his mouth.
"So, why the sudden interest in coffee–" Rin paused. "–or, in other words, barf water?"
"A certain someone let me know that she preferred her men better served as hot, mature, and older.." He pulled the cup away from his mouth to reveal a lazy grin. "I'm just trying to fit myself to her standards."
She scoffed.
He winked.
"You were lucky, though. If you had been due by only by a few days later, you would've been born in a different year – and placed in a grade lower - not necessarily a bad thing, considering how you'll be safe from all of Hatsune Miku's sudden state-of-the-mind accusations."
"Ah, but I wasn't, see?"
"I'm aware."
Len happily hummed beneath his breath.
".. December babies are seemingly known to be unrealistically good kissers." He said.
The girl would've zipped off her boots and whacked it against his head in a heartbeat for being so damned egoistic if she hadn't realised that he was being completely nonchalant and unimpressed about it.
Rin leaned in. "You aren't complimenting yourself?"
"'Course not.." At that moment, she had briefly wondered, whether the angels decided to bless this Satan's Incarnate with some integrity. The moment faded as quickly as it came, however, when he opened his mouth again: "I find that February babies tend to have better tongue-action. See, I'd know, I had a rather enjoyable time suckling on yours while you were asleep." He smiled to himself. "It was a rather blissful experience. You tasted very sweet, kind of like chewing gum. Yep, ten over ten would try it again."
She rolled her eyes.
"See, it's obvious that you've never had your first kiss before."
"What're you talking about, Rin? Don't you remember how we did the hokey-pokey? In-and-out, in-and-out, pull your tongues together and–"
"Okay, enough."
He smiled coyly.
"I'll take a picture of the shower rooms at my school while it's fully occupied and send it to you if you let me continue."
"Tempting, but no." She tapped her chin considerably, "If you snuck me in, however..."
Len stuck his tongue out, either from the burn he'd just received from sipping the hot coffee or just to distastefully mock her; she couldn't care less and simply stuck her tongue out right back at him.
Then, it became quiet.
pipki~
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[tastin-g] :＠tartè-sentiments Would you rather be hurt by the one you trust the most or the one you love the most?
(84likes - 155reposts) posted : 39s ago
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[tartè-sentiments] : both yet neither - trust should be built through love ＠tastin-g
(1.4klikes - 2kreposts) posted : 54s ago
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She just proceeded to use her phone underneath the table while he observed her carefully.
It surprised her when he suddenly broke the silence:
"..Speaking of which," ("we weren't speak about anything," she mumbled quietly) "I never really got to see you on sundays that often. I've noticed that the Queen usually keeps you at her house until six on weekends, and right now.." He pulled up his sleeve and checked the watch, "It's five o'clock – you were at Miku's house earlier, right?"
"I was." Rin confirmed. "I told her there was a family issue, and that I had to rush home."
He gaped at her in disbelief.
"And she believed you?"
"Well.. yeah. I mean, on the off-chance that we become a family soon – nevermind. " She shrugged, "It doesn't matter anyways."
Len just looked at her in puzzlement before following suit and shrugging it off.
"So what have you been up to?"
"Nothing much," he replied boredly. "School is more entertaining than before – I have CS6, now. I've only been learning about the basics rather than doing actual art. It's fun though, I'll teach you next time if you come over to my house."
The blonde mouthed a small 'o' with her lips before nodding happily: "Sounds great!"
"Great!" Len beamed in return. "So, what about you?"
Her expression immediately fell, him mirroring her almost immediately (after pushing his coffee to the side and giving up on drinking it). Rin chewed on the inside of her mouth, wandering her eyes around the shop.
"..oh, god...Is it school?"
"Um," She lost her words and left her mouth to gape listlessly. "Well, no.. Um, it's actually quite complicated, so.."
He slowly nodded his head to urge on.
".. Ah, look at the time!" She jumped up, looking at her wrist (where, he noticed, she wasn't even wearing a watch). "Sorry, Len – we're having guests over tonight so I have to get home early, but we should catch up later, yeah?"
Purposely wanting to see her panic, he just sighed understandably before suggesting, "Why don't I walk you home?"
"..no."
"..no?"
"NO SHIT LEN."
His eyes widened at the audacity of her voice.
And her next action made him shriek. She had literally whacked him on the head before dashing out through the door as fast as she could.
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Amusing would've been an understatement.
But under the consequences in which you possess a highly-limited vocabulary, the word could suffice just the same.
Though, if anyone else were in Rin's situation, it was possible that they would debate: What could possibly be so amusing about sitting in the middle of the classroom, watching as the usual teacher's pet burst into the classroom, lathered in sweat, panting and looking at the sea of students as if he were a deer caught on headlights?
('It is amusing.' The girl would have mused, shortly before snapping her head in a different direction and minding her own business had you actually bothered to ask her.)
Well, if the love of your life was banned from you to use during class, you'd actually bother to try to see the world in a whole different point of view. Much like how Rin's doing right now.
Cupping her cheeks, she watched as the red–head feebly apologised and made his way to the back of the room.
She saw a familiar flash of teal.
"Hey, Kagamine."
A light tap on her shoulder brought her to alert – followed behind with that famillar, cool, voice that always succeeded in making her goosebumps rise. Especially when it spoke (so damn) dangerously close to her ear.
"Not sure if you've noticed, but Sensei isn't exactly in the finest mood right now. I'm not sure if he'd appreciate it if he caught you ogling at Kajima Fukase." He murmured lowly. "'Best if you focus your attention on the class. Wouldn't want to get you into trouble now, would we?"
"Right – right." She felt a smile coming up to her lips, "Thanks for the heads up, Hatsune."
"No problem."
He grinned.
And she could've sworn that she caught a glimpse of a wink.
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"On a scale of one-to-ten, how cute does this skirt look on me?"
"Depends. On a scale of fifty-to-hundred, how cute would the bra you're wearing look on me?"
"Hm..? Possibly fifty-three. I mean if we take into consideration how you're about two cups smaller than me.. and, let's just get serious here, love – you and polkadots..? Bloody hell, are you trying to start some kind of fashion catastrophe? It would just look horrifyingly ridiculous."
"Actually that was supposed to be a rethorical question, but since you were kind enough as to answer, just take your words and throw it back as my reply to your initial question."
Miku seemed to take a few minutes to analyse the blonde's reply before lighting up.
Giggling, she took some steps back and twirled infront of the mirror, admiring how the skirt flared. The other girl could only grimace at the amount of kisses the tealette was blowing at her own reflection.
"I should buy this, should I not?!"
"You should not."
"Why not? It's fifty-three on a scale of ten, you said."
Rin smiled sweetly, "By 'throw it back', I meant it as a zero over ten. Don't buy it. Not only does it look completely idiotic on you, but you already blew your allowance on that blouse from GAP."
The girl pouted snobbishly and turned away with a huff.
"You're just jealous that it looks better on me than it ever would on you."
"Oh, don't even go there."
"Bite me."
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"I can't believe you bought it."
"It was your own fault, you urged me to."
"Bite me, not shatter my bloody dreams. I wanted that skirt, not you."
"Huh, well, I guess I over-analyzed your words then, didn't I?" Rin smiled happily, balancing her shopping bags by slinging an arm through the straps, while the other hand held a phone to check their location. "Why not come to the conclusion that it isn't my fault? Ah, turn here?"
Miku looked over her shoulder and glanced at the screen.
"No, keep walking straight; my house is just up ahead."
"Okay." pipki.
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[seethe] :＠tartè-sentiments If it seems impossible for me, should I just give up?
(129likes - 70reposts) posted : 15s ago
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[tartè-sentiments] : if you haven't achieved it yet, what have you got to lose?＠seethe
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"ANYWAYS, it is your fault." She brought them back to the subject, squeaking when she almost tripped over a small rock. "Taking a girl's skirt right under her nose at the bloody cashier – that's just despicably rude! A party foul, that is!"
Rin rolled her eyes.
"Besides, what would you possibly want to do with a skirt like that? It's only perfect for highschool parties, which, note, you won't be going to any anytime soon. Lend it to me."
The blonde acted as if she were actually considering it, tapping her chin for emphasis.
(She then lost interest in giving a reply when her phone beeped, bringing her attention back to the screen) Miku huffed, throwing one of her neatly-kept braids over her shoulder.
The two stopped their walk when they realised that they were already at her front gate. The tealette dropped her bags to the ground and dug into her pocket for the keys before inserting it into the slot.
Ushered into the house, the younger girl almost shrieked when she was practically pushed against the door, collapsing against the wall in the process.
She turned around bewilderedly to watch as the tealette hastily lock the door behind them.
"Sorry, higher crime rate in this neighbourhood." Miku explained.
"Could've given a quick heads-up..." Rin mumbled inaudibly. "Oy, Miku, aren't we going to the Studio today? I thought you wanted to record a new video?"
"No..?"
"Oh my god, why am I even here, then?"
"Why, could there possibly be somewhere more important that the ever-busy Kagamine Rin has to oh-so-desperately go to?" She questioned sarcastically, her eyebrows raised, a small pout tainting her lips. "Honestly, you can't fool me. I know that you don't have a life."
Rin scowled, "I actually have some assignments to do, thanks."
"Filthy liar. I, as a fact, know that you never do your homework unless under peer pressure."
"Mhm."
"And, also fact, the only one who actually bothers to pressure you is Len."
All true statements, Rin internally grimaced.
Her head bobbed. "Correct. See, I went out to meet him yesterday, and I might've accidentally let something slip to him about my academics." she bit down on her bottom lip, "I'm going to go ahead and head back home – I really need to complete them by the next time I see him. You know how it is.."
"Fine, fine.. I'll excuse you." The other girl relented, "Good luck finishing it on time, and keep a hand ready on your pepperspray, you know how many abductions have been happening lately."
Rin carelessly waved behind her back and went for the door.
Just before she pulled on the handle, however, there was a frustrated hum behind her.
"..wait, you went to meet Len yesterday? I thought you had a family prob–" shit, shit..
Slam.
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Rin sighed breathily, steamy puffs of heat wafting around her body like a floating fragrance.
Calmly unwrapping the towel around her neck, she placed it onto the back of her head – only to shake it aggressively and spray water around the room. She didn't seem all too bothered about wetting her bedroom floor.
Pipki~
Her eyes widened and her gaze immediately shot towards her vibrating phone.
'it's fine if I just.. check my feed for one minute, right?
Despite her initial intention of completing the overdue assignments, she found herself committing self-betrayal; easily lulled by the temptatious calling of the internet.
Making her way to the computer, she walked through the damp carpet and lazily pulled on an oversized sweater that she laid out on the table before clicking the power button and sitting crosslegged on her seat.
(and, note, she hadn't even cared to put on any pants, much less underwear.)
Her breathing was heavy whilst she opened up the website and typed her log–in info, only to be spammed by the contagious, intoxicating repetitive beat of the post-notifications.
More by the actual posts itself.
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[cinnerofa10shun] : ＠tartè-sentiments does love truly exist
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[s-a-exobeat] : if i never cared from the start, why does it hurt so much? ＠tartè-sentiments
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[twelve-division9-34] : would he hear me, ＠tartè-sentiments , if i screamed?
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[bleedingwillow] : ＠tartè-sentiments How do you separate reality from illusion?
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[chai-latte] : what is ur cup size ＠tartè-sentiments ?
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[kardashass] : power, money or respect? ＠tartè-sentiments
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Rin continued scrolling down rapidly, just nonchalantly flitting her gaze all over the screen for anything that's interesting enough and for her to respond to until- wait.. wait, what?
Her scrolling halted.
She slowly guided the mouse to bring her back further up the page.
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[chai-latte] : what is ur cup size ＠tartè-sentiments ?
(39.8klikes - 44.3kreposts) posted : 14m ago
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If you were to say that her eyes widened like saucers, it would've been an underexaggeration.
No; it was extremely huge, and absolutely terrified, almost enough to rival against an newborn deer. Perhaps it wouldn't be all too incorrect to compare those twin pools of endless cerulean with a large bowl, or, maybe, a wok?
She finally narrowed her eyes.
Why did the name sound so familiar, though?
Chai-latte..?
Oh – oh shit. Wasn't it that guy who took her position as the top fiftieth person most-followed on Sherb (beating her by a measly hundred?). Wow, and just when she had begun to forget about it! Absolutely fantastic!
Rin let a low growl as she allowed herself to click repost, and type out a reply.
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probably not the best for a first chapter, also i think i might've rushed things/wasted time a bit too much (though i really tried not to ._.)
not sure if my english improved? opi?
the next chapters will show less of the 'questions' and more of the casual internet stuff. tagging friends in images, chainmails(lol) and etc.
i'll be like rereading this and editing this for like 40+ times later so ya. flame plz.
also rnr. but mostly flame. yes.
(p.s help, i need more questions and username ideas)