vocaloidressing | (no subject)

[in front of a certain oversized metallic carriage stands a Haku, peering up at it cautiously. She looks a little older than your regular Haku, and she's wearing a heavy dress, made from a thick fabric; but despite all of that, the heat doesn't seem to get to her. Not knowing what a bus is, she's more interested in what's in front of her, in the signs of life that she sees through the so-called carriage's windows, and wonders if it would be awfully rude to knock upon the door]

[placing her basket of apples against the ground, Haku wipes her brow with the back of her wrist, and manages to take an entire step forwards, before hearing someone approach her from behind]

Ah. Do excuse me. [she speaks without looking around, but moves to the side, bowing down low. Haku assumes that whoever it is wants to get back into the carriage. Perhaps its driver, then, but Haku can't begin to fathom how many horses would be required to pull such a vehicle]