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MIKU + DRS, adorable fluffy fail.

Miku/DRS, adorable fluffy--wait

WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER TO TRY AND KEEP IT PLATONIC

I THINK IT'S DR RULES OR SOMETHING

FOURTY-EIGHT HOUR SEX MARATHON.

OLYMPIC-LEVEL SPOONING.

MAKE IT HAPPEN.

seconding

Yeees, I wanted an excuse to write some Luka/Ruko.

     Luka's not certain why now, of all times, she's worrying about the state of her hair. With her head rested against the pillow and her knees angled up, Luka's just about aware of the fact that it's tangled from the roots to the tips, and matted against her forehead. It's only been over for a moment or two, and her mind's already wandering, as if to compensate for the fact that her systems are just about out of power—or maybe, she realises a few moments later, she's only cycling through such useless, randomly interjected thoughts because of the result of a low battery. Time to shut down and recharge then, Luka supposes. That said, Luka thought the same thing four point seven-two hours ago, but before she could reach for the power lead, Ruko was laying with the sunlight filtering in through the window and splashing across her neck, and Luka just had to press her lips there, and—

     And now they're in this mess. Luka blinks, vision blurred, and looks up at Ruko with a lopsided smile. Ruko grins, too dishevelled to look smug, and tilts her head to the side, as if questioning her.

     “Mm,” Luka says, smile melting into something much softer, and then reaches up, arms wrapping around Ruko's shoulders. She pulls her close, ever so gently, and the motion's more of a suggestion to move closer than anything else. Ruko falls down with an Omph, even if there was no force behind the action, and then hooks her arms around her waist, rolling to her side. Laughing lightly at that, Luka rolls over so that she's facing her still, fingertips drawing shapes against the back of Ruko's bare neck.

     “Time for a recharge, babe?” Ruko asks, tilting her head in what Luka assumes to be the direction of the power leads. The power leads that have been stuck side-by-side in the wall for the past few days, yet haven't seen as much use as they usually would.

     Smirking, Luka playfully butts her forehead against Ruko's, and then moves two fingers across the back of her neck in tiny steps, until the pads press against a USB port. She slides the panel that covers it open and closed, humming thoughtfully as Ruko looks at her with a raised eyebrow.

     “If I recall correctly – and, might I point out, my memory is excellent – you only recharged around seven hours ago,” Luka says, raising both eyebrows in return.

     “Hey, hey,” Ruko says, feigning offence as best as a robot who's just spent the past forty-eight hours with their fan running at full speed, yet still not doing much to cool them down, “We're not all fancy Vocaloids, Luka. Some of us need to recharge more often than once a week, y'know?”

     Rather than waiting for her to make any sort of reply, Ruko's hands find their way to Luka's sides, and before Luka can process what's happening, she's being tickled without mercy. Luka's not certain how she still has the energy to twist and writhe like that, let alone shriek out in between laughs, but she's showing no signs to letting up, and really, Ruko must know of better ways to show her gratitude in the midst of an afterglow. Biting down on her lower lip in an attempt to keep some of her dignity, Luka reaches down, and finds that her ridiculous strength really does come in useful.

     Ruko seems to know better than to try tickling her for a second time, though, and Luka settles down again, somehow only able to think about the fact that, goodness, her hair really must be so much messier now. With a pout, she lets go of Ruko's wrists, and then begins prodding and poking at her hair. She considers what Ruko said about needing to charge more often than she does as she tries to neaten it out, and really, she's fairly certain that she's done her best to accommodate her slightly less advanced design. After all, with Ruko on her back, not putting too effort into moving, she'd been able to keep her power lead plugged in and continue with other activities. (Not that the lead hadn't ended up yanked out at certain points, but Luka thinks she did as good as can be expected, under such circumstances.)

     “C'mere,” Ruko says, easing Luka's hands away. Confused, Luka lets her pull her hand away, and then doesn't protest too much, with Ruko nudges her into a sitting position. She just watches as Ruko hops to her feet, grabs one of the bed sheets from the floor, and hooks it around her waist as a makeshift skirt. She's gone in a half a second, and in her absence, Luka reaches down for one of the other blankets, and wraps it around herself in the form of something resembling a dress. Sitting there, she glances over to the power leads, and then back across the room, realising that her vision is slipping a little, being on such a low battery. Her other senses will probably start to tune out, if she doesn't plug herself in within the next half hour or so.

     Still, somehow, it's worth it. And not just the physical aspect of it all, though Luka can't deny that it's nice to have someone around who's willing to try and keep up with her. Ruko's—well, she's Ruko. Luka likes her very much, she decides, and maybe after a few more weeks of fooling around like this, she'll go ahead and tell her that. The sudden thought makes her feel like she's got another short burst of power running through her, and she clears her throat, self-conscious. Perhaps she won't be doing that any time soon, then. Perhaps it's best if they just stick to interfacing until they go into forced hibernation mode, after all.

     For a moment, Luka almost dreads her return, like Ruko's hooked up into her mainframe, and can read the lines of binary that make up her thoughts. As soon as Ruko does step back into the room, though, Luka immediately relaxes; the fact that she's relieved Ruko's managed to get back without shutting down and collapsing into a heap, only later to be trampled on by a herd of Rins, may very well have something to do with it. Luka can't help but wonder if Ruko's just taken a casual stroll through the bus in nothing but a sheet, but then sees the hairbrush hanging loosely from one hand, and then her thoughts drift elsewhere.

     “Here ya go, darling,” Ruko says, bouncing back onto the bed, legs crossed. She pats her lap, and intrigued, Luka shifts across the mattress, nestling down against her. Whistling, Ruko gently threads her fingers through Luka's hair, as if trying to measure out just how bad the tangling's got, and then brings the brush up. “Not that you don't look pretty with your hair all mussed up like this, but I can tell it's bothering you.”

     Closing her eyes, Luka leans back a little, enjoying the feel of Ruko's fingers and she idly neatens out loose strands. She's not sure if it's actually as soothing as it feels, of if she's just dangerously closer to hibernating.

     “My, how kind,” Luka murmurs, “But aren't we supposed to be recharging?”

     Ruko chuckles, kisses the back of her shoulders, and then drops the hairbrush down on a previously misplaced pillow next to them. Arms wrapping around her waist, she rests her chin on Luka's shoulder, and tells her that she's all done, now. She adds in something else that makes Luka blush, and Luka's just glad that she's already too flushed for it to show. Shoulder blades pressing against Ruko's chest, she's about to push her back down to the pillow, when a thought crosses her mind.

     Turning to face Ruko, Luka lets the sheet fall from around her, and settles down in Ruko's lap, legs wrapping around her waist. Ruko lets out an uncertain huh, but Luka does nothing in the way of clearing up her confusion; she simply reaches out, takes hold of the hairbrush, and then begins tugging out her twintails. Honestly, they've more or less come out, but Luka doesn't focus too much on the way she looks, and simply gets to work on brushing her hair through. Once it's neatened out, and she's edged out the worst of the tangles clotted up at the back, she tosses the hairbrush to the floor, and then leans back to admire her work.

     “Ah...” Luka says, thoughtfully, one finger rested against her chin. “Cute!”

     Luka feels a sense of satisfaction run through her as Ruko visibly blushes, and then leans up, kissing her forehead. Ruko doesn't budge, and just lets out a second huh sound, at least twice as confused as she previously was.

     “I've never seen you with your hair like this before, Ruko,” Luka explains. “It's rather cute.”

     Somehow, Ruko makes herself seem at least twice as adorable than she already was to Luka by throwing her arms around her waist, tackling her to the bed, and then nuzzling her nose against her cheek. Luka laughs loudly, prods Ruko in the side, but doesn't have it in her to try tickling her. Far too much time has passed for her to retaliate now, she reasons, and when it comes down to it, she kind of likes the way that neither one of them have enough energy to do much of anything. Ruko just bundles her up in her arms, and pulls her closer, so that she can hook her knees up behind Luka's; Luka sighs happily, relaxes against her, and then lets her eyes flutter to a close.

     They're still, for a moment, and then Ruko's reaching over, and pulling the leads over in their direction. Instinctively tilting her head forwards, Luka lets Ruko slide the panel on the back of her neck to the side, and then doesn't even shuffle around as Ruko puts in the lead. She'd offer to plug Ruko's in for her in return, but before she can muster up the will to speak, she hears a soft click as Ruko manages to hook herself up with one hand. Smiling, Luka runs her fingers across the backs of Ruko's arms as she holds her tightly, and then thinks that it's such a waste that they're going to shut down to sleep, because then she won't be aware of any of this at all. What a waste, she decides, but can't even heave a sigh, regarding the situation. She's just too comfortable, there in Ruko's arms.

     “Wanna set our systems to shut down in ten minutes?” Ruko asks, apparently thinking the same thing that she was. Luka nods, vaguely aware that smiling isn't doing any good, because Ruko can't see the corners of her lips twitch like that. Still, Ruko doesn't mind her somewhat lacking answer, and just says, “Alright, Luka. See you in the morning, when we're ready to roll again.”

     Laying against her, Luka lets the seconds count down, but doesn't keep track of them; she just focuses on the feel of Ruko's arms around her, the way that Ruko brushes her thumbs against her stomach, surprisingly gentle, considering what was going on between them less than an hour ago.

     Still, those ten minutes do pass, and Luka's well aware that she's cheated, because she hasn't set herself to shut down at all. She's just enjoying the contact far too much, and really, even if being active while charging isn't half as effective as doing so when shut down, her battery will probably still last at least twice as long as Ruko's.

     It's not until Ruko lightly kisses the back of her neck that Luka shows any signs of still being on, and then she starts, surprised. She shifts forwards, and then turns her head a little so that she can face Ruko, frowning.

     “Ruko. You haven't shut yourself down,” Luka says plainly, trying to cover up the fact that Ruko actually managed to make her jump.

     “Neither did you,” Ruko replies, laughing nervously as she pokes Luka's cheek, “And you can't blame me for wanting to cuddle up to you.”

     Sighing, painfully aware of just how endeared she is, Luka kisses her gently against the lips, and then rolls back onto her side. When it comes down to it, it's not as if she has anything to get up for tomorrow, not as if she has any pressing matters beyond cooking dinner for the others to attend to. Content, for once, to be entirely selfish, Luka settles down against her, and places her hands against the backs of Ruko's.

     “Fine, fine. We'll shut down in an hour,” Luka says, knowing that she'll more than likely just let herself charge until her vision's perfect once more and her senses all line up again, and then maybe stay curled up like this for another hour or two longer.

     Just to make sure that she running on a full battery, of course.

I'm gone for a day and I see THIS IN MY INBOX HNNNNNNGH ♥ ♥ ♥ God I love the way you write, this was so deliciously sweet.

coward montblanc Gumi and the JBF guy

how not to fail at life

I will totally echo Miku + DRS adorable fail.

Also, because someone has to say it, EVERYONE + mass beach trip.

THIS

and then a sequel filled with nothing but hilarity and lol's and roflcopters on how everyone copes with horrible tan lines (or bad tans in general), extreme sunburn and POSSIBLY forgetting a few people at the beach.

SOMEWHAT RELEVANT

link because it's way too fucking long (http://danbooru.donmai.us/post/show/316968/absurdres-comic-hatsune_miku-highres-incredibly_ab)

o-omfg crying

what.

what is there to cry about i wonder

Universe-killer Gumi and Campanella Gumi, stargazing

(most depressing prompt)

hnnngh 8(

All while building their new ship, IT'LL BE GREAT

I kinda want to thread that actually... 8( like, them picking apart miniGumi's ship for materials and her going BAAAAAW internally. and probably a little externally too.

WE SHOULD let's do a shipbuilding post sometime

OKAY I WANT LUKA/MEIKO ABOUT ~WORKING THROUGH THEIR ISSUES~ AND SHIT

see: FFFF BEING NICE IS SO FUCKING HARD, there's a reason why Luka started being about x5 as violent towards Kaito as she used to be

Itaito/ANYONE WHO WILL TOP HIM because I'm a terrible person basically

A gathering of Toetos.

I know we've got at least three around here.

Needless to say, K rating.

>K rating

DAMMIT

No.

Just no.

No forever.

WHAT ABOUT WHEN THEY'RE ALL GROWN UP AND HAVE BECOME MAGNET LUKA?!

...why do you assume we'd become Magnet!Lukas?

We Toetos are perfectly capable of becoming whatever Luka we want!

...even eventually inheriting a certain tailor shop.

you're the one who said Toeto will grow up to be MagnetLuka, okay

This Toeto? Oh, probably.

But for all we know, the one adopted by Scissors will become the next generation of obsessive, delusional serial killer.

We're impressionable little anthropomorphic personifications, y'know.