51. Amused
Rin opens her front door, dropping her bag onto the ground in her excitement. Even a month after getting him, she's still not over the arrival of her very own Vocaloid, Len.
"Len? Where are you?" Usually the blonde is waiting in the doorway, or he's walked her home. His absence is a bit disconcerting.
"Miss Rin, I'm in here!" His disembodied voice echoes from another room.
She follows the odd sounds he's making, noting that something smells a bit odd. Burnt, maybe?
Also… what's wrong with the carpet…? It keeps making odd noises under her feet. She pauses, reaching down and pressing her fingers into the thick fabric. She recoils upon contact. It's… soaking wet?!
"Len, why is-" She enters the room, and a horrified gasp rips from her throat.
The ponytail-wearing boy is standing the middle of her living room. In one hand, he has her garden hose, which is pouring water out into the floor. In the other, he has a bottle of soap.
And him! Len himself is drenched, his outfit dripping and covered in suds. His hair damply sticks to his face, but he's grinning.
"Good to see you, Miss Rin!" He says cheerfully.
Rin takes a moment to recover. "Len, what are you doing?!"
Len's smile falters. "Hmm?" He looks down. "Oh. Well, I always see you doing household chores, and I thought I'd help you today. I've cleaned the floor, and I've also made you dinner!" He says happily.
That explains the smell…
Rin stares at Len, trying to think of a way to even begin to comprehend his actions. She takes in his soggy self, and the smile on his face…
...And fights to stifle laughter that bubbles up from nowhere. She doubles over, her shoulders shaking, while Len looks at her strangely.
"Miss Rin…?" He starts.
She was going to reprimand him, but Rin can't bear to do it. It's just so funny, as well as cute, that she can't help but be amused.
Instead of scolding him, she mirrors his previous smile.
"Come on, Len. Let's get you cleaned up."