It was silent. Staying without the presence of a rather loud Miku or loud twins is really hard.
Mikuo did like some private time, or silence moments, but he didn’t like the fact that he was alone on his house. Everyone was busy with something, so his sister didn’t even stop at their house. It made him feel lonely, somehow.
Sighing lightly, the Hatsune decided to go out to the street and walk around a bit before returning to his house to read the new books he bought just recently. It was calm and fresh, it always relaxed him. Outside of his home was nice, specially when it wasn’t too hot or too cold.
Walking down the streets, Mikuo stopped by at a bakery to buy a piece of a shortcake. Sadly, there wasn’t a shortcake of negi, yet. Or he haven’t found it. After purchasing, he went outside to keep going on with his little walk, but on his way, something caught his eyes.
A shade of teal, similar to his hair color was just passing by. He thought it was Miku, but it wasn’t. That person didn’t have long pigtails. It was just as short as his hair.
'Could it be… no, I'm imagining things again.'
A slight glance to the stranger again and he saw that that person was really similar to himself. His face, it was almost identical to his own. Maybe it was similar, but that wasn’t the case.
'Just who is he?'
“It must be ‘round here then.”
He folded and tucked the piece of paper inside his pocket and scanned the rows of shops by his left. Teal optics probed— glued at that direction as he sauntered down the path and casually evaded a trio of kids that were conducting a mini race of their own. The biggest one lagged behind to apologize, despite not bumping into him, before catching up with the other two and humbly apologizing again at the next person they almost rammed into this time. Distracted, he halted his steps and had his gaze linger on them for moments.
The thought was one of the many things he already pondered about.
Since being an android had such a fate of having many advancements yet lacking in many aspects, the subject of this period in life were still somewhat of a mystery to him. He saw young humans everyday for six years—in the park, shopping districts, transports—and witnessed countless familiar faces of outgrow this sense of age. The once ten year-olds playing tag or hide&seek became full-fledged sixteeners which occupied themselves with other entirely different things. There was a time where he, himself, wanted to experience it but after what really happened, he labelled this wish among the selfish list.
He directed his focus back on the job—or rather, the favor.
An hour ago, his boss called upon a meet-up in front of Eumelia but did NOT actually come and had one of the kitchen staff relay the message instead.
Scribbled messily on the piece he delivered were the words:
[ Mikuo, I need you to check out a certain spot for me. Apparently it’s new and I heard their pricing is really affordable. It changes by time of day though so after you read this, head straight there, sit in, order something, prove the place’s quality and critic it when you also report back tonight. Here’s the name and address: ]
‘Also’ —was hint that he isn’t in this alone and guessed that the others just had a different time slot. But seriously, the last note was not necessary.
[ I believe you know the street already from your experience in skippin’ work, you rebel. A map inside the backpack won’t be needed. P.S You could buy a phone too, y’know. This would be a lot easier if I just e-mailed you—not write. ]
He sighed and continued his search but as he stepped to turn, his eyes ghosted over another figure just across the small avenue of his trek.
Funny how it almost looked like he had twin—-
An evident pause.
Slowly, he fixated a curious look upon similar optics that already had its views on him, yet his own widened in silent surprise.