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FLOWER DANCE
"This is the purpose of changing hydrogen into breathable oxygen..." She droned on, pausing to check if her guest, the boy Len Kagamine, was still paying attention. As for why there would be anyone interested enough to take a tour of the Mars-3 colony catalysis plant, she couldn't understand. But for that rare and underprivileged purpose was she assigned, and there was no escaping it. "And they're as necessary here as air is on Earth."
"But," said the boy, squatting down in front of the glass viewing chamber. Len's palm left a steamy imprint which, Miku was sure, would irritate the cleaning droids later. Not her business. "I still say that they're flowers."
"...if you like..." she grimaced. Human sentimentality... go figure.
"Do you sell them?"
"I'm afraid not," she replied, doing her best not to sound scathing. Subroutines for emulating "forced" politeness took over. She wondered if he was engrossed enough in the plants to not notice.
"Well," he murmured, staring thoughtfully at the little white flowers blooming up before him. "How about we make a deal?"
To Miku's chagrin, he leaned over the edge of the glass and picked one. Just one. And then, to her unwanted surprise, he turned to her and offered it humbly. She blinked, a strange gyration going off within her. Automatically she ran diagnostics to check for abnormalities. But in the meantime, she accepted the gift reluctantly with trembling hands, eyes shifting awkwardly as though expecting security to arrive at any moment.
"..."
Len just smiled innocently, without a question or an expectation. For some inexplicable reason, she was smiling too.
Author's Note: This drabble has nothing to do with any of my experiences, but I based it on a track by DJ Okawari by the same name as the chapter. Originally I wanted to make this into a one-shot, but I really can't think up any truly meaningful ways to draw it out, so I think for now it's best just the way it is. If the ending feels abrupt, that's because I cut out a wall of text I decided not to include.
As you can see, Miku isn't her usual cheery self, which might be a nice change from typical fanfiction portrayals.
