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"I'm back. Are you awake yet?" Piko asked quietly upon entering his room.
"Mmmm... Kinda." Len yawned, his answer slightly amusing Piko.
"Do you need anything, Len-kun?"
"Um.. No.. I think I'm okay." Len smiled sweetly, drifting back to sleep.
'He's so cute when he's asleep..' Piko thought, blushing a little. 'What should I do while I wait for him to wake up? I just need to keep away from Ri-' His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the Kagamine's road-roller engine starting.
"ROUDA RORRA!!!" Rin yelled, the ground shaking as it moved. Piko could hear the screams of some of the other Vocaloids as she chased them around and around t
Len x Piko 3
"Y-yeah.. For like.. Half a year, now.."
All three of them just stood (or sat, in Len and Piko's case) in one of the most awkward silences ever.
"S-so... Can we go now, R-Rin...?" Piko asked apon realizing he probably should've just stayed quiet.
"Rin..?" Len got up and shook his sister.
"You're alive!!" for some strange reason, this pleased Len and Piko.
"Yeah, of course I am. God, you're stupid. And since I can't deal with stupid people, you can leave, snowflake," Rin looked at Piko, then at Len. "You, however, aren't going anywhere." The look on Len's face was absolutely priceless.
"Wh-why are you keeping Len-kun?"
Cierra, 2005seven year-old prey
for juvie girls
eleven and thirteen
with sloppy hair
and sloppy clothes,
bragging about broken noses
bloody faces, and the places
they were forced to go
as though it even mattered to me
in the wake
of a seven year old crying
because iron plated hearts
don't know how / don't care to stop
forgotten little girl
i took her in at 12
when the nurses and the techs
could not break us apart
little girl with a broken heart, she
told me that her parents
didn't want her
why are you so nice to me
she asked when i talked down the angry giants,
and i said aloud, i said to her
Brain WaspsBrain Wasps
I am on the verge of tears. Why is this so hard? I think furiously, twirling the cylinder of Chapstick around in my fingers. I shut my eyes tight and try again.
I reach out to set the Chapstick on the nightstand beside my bed, but seconds after I release the tube I have to grab it again. Wrong, the brain wasps tell me, you have to get it just right.
I briefly consider hurling the thing across the room, but I know that I’ll just have to get out of bed to pick it up again. I am trapped in my own compulsions.
I know it’s stupid, and that’s part of what’s bothering me so much. Why can’t I just p
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