Disclaimer: I totally own Vocaloid, and I'm very rich. Eat your heart out. I also own Activision and Call of Duty. Everything is mine, all mine.
No matter what she did, Rin Kagamine couldn't block the sounds of gunfire from the opposite room. The endless profanities and explosive temperament of her twin brother would drive anybody insane.
"LEN, TURN THAT HORRIBLE GAME DOWN!" She screams, in a pitiful attempt to be heard over the aforementioned noise pollution. But, to no avail. The game is as loud as ever.
And it's rather worrying that Len hasn't left his room in over two days. Is he not hungry? Doesn't he need to pee? Has he slept at all?
And it continued like this for over a week, until Len finally emerged from his room, only to instantly be smacked across the face.
"You FUCKER!"
