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tryin to distance myself from homestuck writing so take a shitty vocaloid drabble that's very heavily influenced by homestuck's writing style.
It's 2:37 in the morning.
You shouldn't be up right now.
But truthfully, you couldn't give any less of a shit about that. Yeah, you're tired. But you're determined as all hell. If your girlfriend is going to be leaving on a lengthy exchange trip starting tomorrow, you want to give her something fucking beautiful to remember you by.
The only problem with your clever little plan, if the fact that you have no idea what you're doing, and she's supposed to be waking up in three hours. Everything you tried to come up with prior to now looked like absolute garbage. A painting? Of what. A sculpture? Yeah, there'd be no time to dry it. An angry sigh escapes you, and another crumpled ball of paper is half-assedly thrown into the wastebin (missing by a mile).
You don't even really need to do this, you tell yourself. Miku's an understanding person. She's a beautiful, cute, honest, loyal, and understanding person. The more you think about how fucking perfect this girl is, the more you want to send her off with a gift. It has to be perfect, you can't bear the thought of having to make Miku put up with anything less than that.
Another, very angry sigh.
Which is soon enough followed by a giggle.
"Luka? What are you doin' up this late?"
And there she is; in her sleepy glory. You drop everything that you're doing (which admittedly, wasn't very much) to turn around and smile at her. "Hey, love. Did I wake you up?" Her head shakes, and she slowly makes her way over to you.
She's now perched on your lap, leaning into you. Your chin rests right on her head. She's the perfect height for this kind of cheesy stuff; you couldn't ask for anything more. "What's all this about?" She drawls on, and you assume she's referring to the array of torn and crumpled paper.
"Just wanted to do something nice for you tomorrow, s'all." At this, she snorts and turns her head to look up at you with some sort of incredulous expression. Even as she looks at you with mock disdain, it's so damn adorable. "What?"
Her eyes roll. "Come on, you big dork. You don't need to do anything fancy. We're gonna be Skyping every night." She snatches a kiss from you, and you let it happen
"You got a point but you have to remember that I won't see you in person for six months while you head out to France." You put on a mock pout, and she laughs. There are things you've noticed about her laughter. It's not perfect, her laughter is uneven and loud; sometimes she tries to cover that with her mouth. You can only find it to be cute as all hell.
"Babe. Luka. Honey. My wonderful, precious girlfriend. You don't need to lose sleep over this."
You open your mouth to protest. She kisses you to shut you up. "Look," she leans her head on your shoulder. "If you're so concerned about doing something for me before I leave, do me a favor and come up to my room; I wanna cuddle with you."
That.
Now that is an offer you most certainly cannot find yourself denying.
It is 2:53 in the morning.
You think you will find it much easier to sleep tonight.