Necessity4Fun
I'll keep trying, even if I'm not good enough...
OMG, he was purring like a cat!
Rin had watched in amusement as Chibi Ike had metaphorically melted upon being pet, what an adorable sight! Noticing the fact that the short boy was loving it, the girl giggled to herself in childish delight, before grinning in mischief and continuing to softly caress the demon's hair. Surely this felt as nice to receive as it was to give, right? Because the vocaloid was convinced that she could just sit down here and do this all day, never getting tired of it. To be completely honest, it was hard not to just hug him and never let go again, so that bad things won't repeat themselves...
Wouldn't it be nice to just stay here and have a nice friendly time with everyone forever? Leaving meant danger and danger meant... not good things. She was tired of the not good stuff, she just wanted everyone to be safe and happy.
"Ehh, really???", the other's reaction had taken her by surprise, "I mean, you're adorable and tiny, and really really nice! And I've been wanting to do this for a while now~", she let out a little laugh, "Why wouldn't I be happy that you're back?"
She wondered what his hair really felt like, as in what the texture was. Was it smooth and soft like a cat's fur supposedly was? Or did it feel rougher to the touch? Rin only knew what soft and rough were by definition but it was a little complicated when one couldn't actually feel them. The 'rough is when your hand get caught into it' rule didn't work for small-scale... Like hair! Maybe it was like a cloud... Clouds looked soft, like pillows! Pillow were soft because they sink when you put your head on them. Does that mean that soft things sink? Uhhh... Rin's logic had hit a wall and she had to blink to get out of it. The mystery of soft and hard continued.
That's when Al spoke up. Well, up was, relative. His tone was gentle and mellow and disappointed. He sounded sad, she didn't like sad. Lowering her gaze for a bit, Rin's hand had stopped petting Ike's hair as her focus went somewhere else. The girl tilted her head in thought, left then right, the cowboy hat still on her head mimicking the movement. Then she raised her gaze again, looking at the boy in the armor with concern and a speck of confusion:
"Al-kun... Is everything okay?"
In the background, Len has stood watching the group silently. The Ike Rin was interacting with did seem like the same excitable and awkward Ike the two had met. The mannerisms matched. The way he spoke almost hesitantly, yet would ramble a lot, body language that was very... restrained, as if the person didn't actually want to be there or was feeling a bit out of place, perhaps even slightly uncomfortable. He could relate to that, the lack of self-confidence, though his would make him seem more stoic than he actually was, instead of giving the impression of being scared of everything. Still, the data matched and his sister was having a good time, so maybe, there wasn't anything to really worry about over there.
The rest of the returned, however, hadn't said much yet. Without new data to compare to the old one, it was impossible to make a full conclusion. He could say Ike was probably who he was saying he was, but the others, not so much. With 1/4 that was 25% of chance that they were actually their dead comrades that had returned which left 75% of chance of the opposite, which would be a really big percentage of risk to bet on. Not worth it. He couldn't afford to lower his guard yet.
For now, as he waited to get more observation done on the 'resurrected' group, which required them to answer questions, the younger sibling decided to look for someplace else where he might make himself useful. Well, he could and interact with people, but eh, Len wasn't as much for spontaneous conversation as his sister was, at least not without making it unnecessarily awkward. So instead he took a look around and was quick to notice that Takemi wasn't with the rest of the group, sticking to a farther corner. That seemed... not like her to do without a reason, so as to what that reasons would be was a mystery. And a curiosity.
He took a step towards her direction, then stopped in hesitation. For a minute or two, the male vocaloid is just standing there, debating with himself whether he should keep going or not. Eventually, his curiosity wins and he gradually approached the teenager, peeking over her shoulder to see what she had been up to. Oh wow, that was very interesting.
"Hashimoto-san?", he called out to her, "Would you mind if I joined you? I must admit, I'm not as much for common conversation as the others may be...", Len commented with an awkward laugh, stealing a glance at the curious tech device here and there, discreetly.
It would have been very rude to just ask about it right away without acknowledging her first...
Rin had watched in amusement as Chibi Ike had metaphorically melted upon being pet, what an adorable sight! Noticing the fact that the short boy was loving it, the girl giggled to herself in childish delight, before grinning in mischief and continuing to softly caress the demon's hair. Surely this felt as nice to receive as it was to give, right? Because the vocaloid was convinced that she could just sit down here and do this all day, never getting tired of it. To be completely honest, it was hard not to just hug him and never let go again, so that bad things won't repeat themselves...
Wouldn't it be nice to just stay here and have a nice friendly time with everyone forever? Leaving meant danger and danger meant... not good things. She was tired of the not good stuff, she just wanted everyone to be safe and happy.
"Ehh, really???", the other's reaction had taken her by surprise, "I mean, you're adorable and tiny, and really really nice! And I've been wanting to do this for a while now~", she let out a little laugh, "Why wouldn't I be happy that you're back?"
She wondered what his hair really felt like, as in what the texture was. Was it smooth and soft like a cat's fur supposedly was? Or did it feel rougher to the touch? Rin only knew what soft and rough were by definition but it was a little complicated when one couldn't actually feel them. The 'rough is when your hand get caught into it' rule didn't work for small-scale... Like hair! Maybe it was like a cloud... Clouds looked soft, like pillows! Pillow were soft because they sink when you put your head on them. Does that mean that soft things sink? Uhhh... Rin's logic had hit a wall and she had to blink to get out of it. The mystery of soft and hard continued.
That's when Al spoke up. Well, up was, relative. His tone was gentle and mellow and disappointed. He sounded sad, she didn't like sad. Lowering her gaze for a bit, Rin's hand had stopped petting Ike's hair as her focus went somewhere else. The girl tilted her head in thought, left then right, the cowboy hat still on her head mimicking the movement. Then she raised her gaze again, looking at the boy in the armor with concern and a speck of confusion:
"Al-kun... Is everything okay?"
In the background, Len has stood watching the group silently. The Ike Rin was interacting with did seem like the same excitable and awkward Ike the two had met. The mannerisms matched. The way he spoke almost hesitantly, yet would ramble a lot, body language that was very... restrained, as if the person didn't actually want to be there or was feeling a bit out of place, perhaps even slightly uncomfortable. He could relate to that, the lack of self-confidence, though his would make him seem more stoic than he actually was, instead of giving the impression of being scared of everything. Still, the data matched and his sister was having a good time, so maybe, there wasn't anything to really worry about over there.
The rest of the returned, however, hadn't said much yet. Without new data to compare to the old one, it was impossible to make a full conclusion. He could say Ike was probably who he was saying he was, but the others, not so much. With 1/4 that was 25% of chance that they were actually their dead comrades that had returned which left 75% of chance of the opposite, which would be a really big percentage of risk to bet on. Not worth it. He couldn't afford to lower his guard yet.
For now, as he waited to get more observation done on the 'resurrected' group, which required them to answer questions, the younger sibling decided to look for someplace else where he might make himself useful. Well, he could and interact with people, but eh, Len wasn't as much for spontaneous conversation as his sister was, at least not without making it unnecessarily awkward. So instead he took a look around and was quick to notice that Takemi wasn't with the rest of the group, sticking to a farther corner. That seemed... not like her to do without a reason, so as to what that reasons would be was a mystery. And a curiosity.
He took a step towards her direction, then stopped in hesitation. For a minute or two, the male vocaloid is just standing there, debating with himself whether he should keep going or not. Eventually, his curiosity wins and he gradually approached the teenager, peeking over her shoulder to see what she had been up to. Oh wow, that was very interesting.
"Hashimoto-san?", he called out to her, "Would you mind if I joined you? I must admit, I'm not as much for common conversation as the others may be...", Len commented with an awkward laugh, stealing a glance at the curious tech device here and there, discreetly.
It would have been very rude to just ask about it right away without acknowledging her first...
