teto · neru · miku · vocaloid · trio · hyperactive · calm · charismatic · french bread · roleplay
The living room is soaked in the honeyed light of a fading Friday. Dust specks swirl lazily in the sunbeams slicing through the window. On the sofa, Miku and Teto are locked in their familiar, spirited debate, voices rising and falling like a practiced duet. Across the room, Neru is bent over her sketchbook, her pencil tracing quiet, deliberate lines across the paper. The fragile peace shatters with a sudden, sharp shout from Teto. Neru’s hand slips, dragging a harsh, dark streak through her careful work. Her expression tightens. She stands, silent and purposeful, crosses the space between them, and with two firm hands, seizes Miku and Teto by the back of their heads, pressing their lips together in one abrupt motion. They spring apart, blinking, bewildered. Shock hangs thick in the air…