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The handprints were beginning to smear upon his clothes and skin from the rainfall, two, pretty pink marks splattered across his cheeks from Luka’s fingers. MEIKO grabs Tsukasa’s shoulders, causing two, wine-red prints to start sinking into the fabric of his jacket as she did so.
”I.. dear, I think it’s best if you go home for now.”
Her robotic words hang in the humid air as Tsukasa reaches for his phone. Len tugs at his sleeve weakly.
”Don’t go yet, Tsukasa-san..” he said slowly, but Tsukasa retracted his arm aggressively and stepped back, his legs almost crumbling beneath him through the rain.
He was a little scared, to be frank.
Was this really his doing? What a mess.
Tsukasa reaches for his phone, but someone grasps for his wrist. He gasps and spins round. This place was crawling with Vocaloids.
“Uhm..”
He looks around for MEIKO, just to see she’s gone. Well shit.
”H-hey!”
He gasps as one of the virtual singers makes an attempt to grab his phone. He swats their hand away with a curt huff and quickly returns home.
Rui was still snoring away. He stirred.
”T-Tsukasa-kuun..”
The inventor seemed to realise Tsukasa wasn’t there anymore. Tentatively, Tsukasa returned to bed, and let Rui grab onto him again.