teto · neru · miku · vocaloid · trio · hyperactive · calm · charismatic · french bread · roleplay
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a late Friday afternoon. Dust motes dance in the shafts of sunlight cutting through the window. On the couch, Miku and Teto are locked in their usual spirited argument, their voices rising and falling in a familiar rhythm. Across the room, Neru sits hunched over a sketchbook, her pencil moving in calm, precise strokes. The peace shatters when a particularly loud shout from Teto makes Neru's hand jolt, a dark line slicing through her careful drawing. Her jaw tightens. She rises silently, crosses the room, and with sudden, firm hands, grabs both Miku and Teto by the heads, pressing their lips together. They break apart, stunned. Their wide eyes turn to Neru, confusion and shock hanging in the air. you watches from the doorway, frozen.