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also i just want to mention that i’m perfectly okay with my muse being wrong. i’m okay with them making false assumptions, being proven wrong, or having wrong thoughts or words about something. my muse is fallible, and that means they have to make mistakes–sometimes that gets corrected, sometimes it doesn’t. sometimes they’re proven wrong, sometimes they’re proven right. the fun of rping comes in the conflicts (big or small) brought by mistakes.

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Len’s kinda developed a fondness for the kid -- he kinda looks like Len, with the hair and all. Minus the ponytail, that is. Len’s always wanted a little brother, so he’s mentally adopting him.

❝ Cool to meet you, I’m Len. ❞

Len briefly scans Butters -- they are dressed pretty differently.

❝ Yeah, about that -- where do you come from, by the way? ❞

   “Huh…. not really carin’ what anyone else thinks…” Butters repeats Len’s statement to himself, thinking over it’s meaning. After a pause, his eyes flicker back up the other blond.

   “Oh.. heh, I’m Butters, by the way. Sorry if that all seemed a li’l outta the blue. Jest that people don’t dress like you where I come from…”

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Len’s just casually walking around, finally starting to get a hang of the place. He’s feeling pretty confident, actually. He’s putting his hands in his pockets when a pressure on his neck forces him to catch his breath. Instinctively squirming, he feels himself lifted off the ground.

❝ DUDE – ❞ is the first thing Len really has to say about this whole predicament. A moment later, his hands ineffectively pulling at his own collar, he expands his brilliant analysis.

❝ What the hell?! Put me down! ❞

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Len shook his head and silently laughed a little bit -- this girl is nuts. He’s never met anyone capable of getting so excited about food. 

❝ Uhhh -- ❞ Which direction? Len had no idea. He vaguely recalls seeing a restaurant earlier, but now that he thinks about it, he’s pretty sure it was a vegan place, and he knows this Alice girl would never let him live down taking her to a vegan place.

A flush of anxiety tugged on Len’s chest. Which way are we going, she had asked, and it serves as a reminder that neither of them know where they are or how to get around -- and if Len doesn’t get street smart soon, he could end up in serious trouble. The involuntary thought of accidentally leading Alice to a dangerous place triggers a sort of protective attitude in Len. He won’t let that happen, he vows to himself.

Len looked at Alice’s eager expression again, and his face relaxed. He started, ❝ Hive City is weird, to be honest. I’m not sure, but we’ll be able to find something.❞

Gesturing to a nearby path, Len takes his best guess:

❝ Let’s try this way. ❞

      The explanation of a princess sounded familiar, like something she might have looked at in picture books a really long time ago, back when things had been simple. But any thoughts or questions she had over the subject disappeared with the mention of meat.

      Alice instantaneously perked up, bad mood evaporating. He was going to take her somewhere, to get meat! Just the mental image of her favorite treat–beef, chicken, and pork–had her reeling in excitement. Her stomach controlled her emotions, it seemed.

    ❝Yay, meat!❞ She cheered enthusiastically, a contented flush spread across her cheeks. He would get her meat, in exchange she give him her name. Suddenly this Len guy didn’t seem so bad. ❝My name is Alice!❞

    With her introduction out of the way, it was time to get food. Her stomach growled again as her head whipped around, looking at all possible directions they could leave in. She was ready. ❝Which way are we going?!❞

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damn u len

doctors HATE him! local teen keeps making girls faint for a mega nosebleed

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Haaaarsh. Len isn’t thaaaat short, and, he’s growing! At least he tells himself that!

❝ Nah...no need. ❞ Of course he was looking at her because she’s a pretty, older woman, but Len thinks of the first excuse that comes to his mind. ❝ It’s just that you looked kinda lost. ❞

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     “Take a picture, kid, it’ll last longer. I’m too old for you anyways, I’m not into the whole ‘young-looking boys’ fetish shtick.”

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❝ What’s a -- ❞

If Len had a drink, he’d have choked on it. On purpose. For added humor. That only he’d find humorous.

But he doesn’t, so he just looks at her. She’s serious, no doubting it. There was something almost surreal about a girl not knowing what a princess was since his twin sister would never shut up about wanting to be a princess.

Len clears his throat. ❝ A princess is...like...the daughter of the people who rule somewhere. Nobles. In fairytales, they're always really beautiful and powerful and they always find some knight in shining armor to fall in love with, and -- ❞ Len's meager explanation is interrupted by the girl's incessant stomach growling. A wave of guilt flushes over him -- she's hungry and he's keeping her waiting.

❝ So you want meat, huh? ❞ 

Len could send her off in any direction and move on with his day, but something about her fascinated him terribly so...besides, wherever this girl was from, she certainly wasn’t raised with the same culture as Len. He’s curious.

❝ Fine, I’ll take you somewhere if ya tell me your name, princess. ❞

   She stood there and watched him laugh, perplexed. This guy was a weird one. Not only did he dress really strangely, but his behavior left her deeply confused.

   The chain also didn’t understand what he meant by ‘expanding’. The concept of manservants was such a natural thing for her, it never occurred that others might be shocked by it. So she huffed with mild annoyance, cheeks puffing out, ❝Yes, Oz! He’s an idiot who needs my protection.❞

   The almost ironic part about his words was that her story could be considered a twisted, dark sort of fairy tale. She wasn’t a princess but being locked in a tower for the majority of her early life surely made it sound like she could be. Though unlike a princess, she wasn’t helpless, she wasn’t weak.

   Not that she actually knew what a princess was, anyway.

   ❝You ask weird questions.❞ Her eyebrows furrowed, ❝What’s a princess?❞

   Another loud rumbling of her stomach had her pouting again–she deflated a little when she realized this guy probably wasn’t going to take her anywhere with meat just yet.

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❝ It’s...nothing like that, no. ❞

Len contemplates the easiest way to word his sentiment with clarity. ❝ It’s like...a fashion statement, sorta. An ode to not really caring what anyone else thinks. ❞

   “A statement…? What kinda statement are ya tryna make? That… ya really like… ponytails?”

   Butters drags his words out, running over Len’s possible motives in his head. Maybe he was just lazy? What kind of statement was that?

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Name: papaya Personal account:  @misandrism / soryu.tumblr Age: 16 Birthday: may 14 Nickname(s): naah jus papaya is fine! Reason for nickname(s): my name is a fuckin’ tropical fruit there is no need for nicknames Roleplay character(s): just len kagamine! Roleplaying History: i started strong af rping my fuckin cat thing on neopets and here we are now Advice to RP with me: don’t be afraid to let yr muse yell at mine or slap mine or kiss mine or punch mine (probably deserves it) or w/e go wild it’s fun

about the mun!

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 ❝ Huh, seems so, I guess. ❞

  ❝ Reasonably certain I started the trend, though. ❞

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“Is this a new fashion trend among young boys these days? Wearing a sailor fuku?”

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“Excuse me, I think you dropped this.”

❝ Oh – ? ❞

His violin tuner.

Len’s face melts into a smile overflowing with gratitude. He wouldn’t want to lose this – tuning by ear is pretty time-consuming for him.

❝ Thanks, man! ❞

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“That’s an awesome outfit.”

❝ Hey, thanks, man! ❞

Len scans him, grinning in approval. ❝ Gotta say, same to you, really. ❞

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IF WE'VE NEVER RP'D TOGETHER send me a simple starter:

Friendly:

“You look a little lost. Do you need directions?” “That’s an awesome outfit.” “How’s the chicken? I can’t decide whether to order it or not.” “Excuse me, I think you dropped this.” “I don’t know a single person here…”

Flirty:

“Wow, I’ve never seen an angel before…” “You’re the hottest person in this place.” “I saw that. You just checked me out.” “Hey, can I get your number?” *wolf whistle*

Confrontational:

“You’re in my seat.” “What are you staring at?” “You just stepped on my toe!” “Who do you think you are?” “Keep it down, will you?”

Dramatic:

“Get down - he’s got a gun!” “Help, I need medical attention!” “Just kill me now!” “I need a ride! Please!” “Are you crazy? It’s too dangerous!”

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— ✦ phantomoftherebellion

Len was keeping track of his surroundings. He swore it to himself dozens of times, but here he was. At one point or another, the blonde must have stopped mentally taking in check points. He was already warned Hive City could be a little overwhelming, but he didn’t expect to get entirely lost like this.

He had no idea where he was.

Len figured the best thing he could do, like in most situations, was keep his cool. He takes a deep breath and pushes back his hair. He takes a step back as he starts to turn around but then there’s that familiar skin-on-skin feeling and he just walked into someone.

A woman. A beautiful one, at that.

He immediately steps away, decently flustered.

❝ Ah, sorry, ma’am! ❞

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— ✦ endworldarcher

Len fingered his tousled blonde hair, squinting at how bright it was outside.

It was his first morning in Hive City. Still feeling disheveled, he returned to studying the interior. Maybe if he looked at it long enough, he'd be able to memorize it all. He was anything but familiar with his new surroundings.

More troubling, yet, was his lack of understanding in the rest of the matter. He hadn't the faintest idea why he was here or what the experiment was about.

If nothing else, he'd just like someone to talk to.

The thought had just crossed his mind when he saw a flash of brown hair passing by. 

❝ Hey, hey! ❞ He impulsively shouts, waving at the brunette. He gets a better look at the other boy and makes the hasty judgement that he looks friendly enough.

❝ Sorry for botherin’ ya, ❞ Len says, messing with his hair again. ❝ Do you, uh, know what’s up with this place? At all? Where anything is? Why we’re even here?  ❞

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— ✦ ryuuguu-rena

Hive City was foreign, and Len hated that. He wandered around the landscape awkwardly, passing through shops, pretending to have something to do, somewhere to be.

The shop he finds himself in now fails to pique his interest, and he heads for the exit. As he pushes the door open to leave, he sees in his peripheral a petite girl, right behind him. Leaning against the door, Len gestures for her to pass in front of him.

❝ Ladies first. ❞