It's only natural to feel scared, right?

[choupunk]

Maybe this was a bad idea to go out when people fill the streets. I don't want to bump into anyone, I don't want to get into another fight. Maybe today will be a nice day. Shit, I nearly bumped into that girl. There's a whole bunch of kids running around...
I pray I see a friend at least! I sorta miss Project DIVA, that's where I met a whole lot of people. It was easy to make friends there. BUT THIS IS THE STREETS!

He pants, wiping the sweat off his forehead, he had walked into a whole new city. He kept his distance from people, loathing the idea of some unexpected event to happen.


[He is familiar with everyone from PD 2nd and Extend.]

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[strange_dark]

[As he passes an alley a voice legitimately comes from the shadows within, as a considerably shorter Kagamine looks up from a hand-held game to 'greet' the fellow game module.

I doubt this was the friend you were praying to see.]

Punkish.

Fancy meeting you here.

[choupunk]

"Whoa!"

He stumbles on his feet, looking around before his attention focuses on the pale blond.

"It's been a long time, huh, buddy?" He clears his throat, "Why are you playing a game here out of all the places?"

He's pretty concerned about his fellow colleague, he notices moss growing on the side of the wall, and what appears to be... Blood? No, must be rust!

Same mun: extra account for more icons. cx

[strangedark]

[Of course.
Lots of the alleyways around here are practically covered in rust. Of course...there's blood in a select few for mysterious reasons, none of which Dark had anything to do with. Really. He just found them that way.]

It's harder to see the screen under direct sunlight. [Completely true.]

[choupunk]

A small smile forms on his lips, Punkish leans against the wall.

"We can go to a cafe if you'd like. Or we can go to the arcade? Barely anyone goes there. But I think I'm too... Far."

His voice drops, frowning a little. "Maybe we can go get something to eat."

The taller blond is tempted to stay in the alleyway, that means he gets to avoid people and feel safe. But the rust bothers him, it looks so much like blood. He takes a step into the light, fanning himself.

[0ldschoolmp3]

[Punkish, you bump into a tall school boy!]

Wha--!

Oh? Isn't that you, Punkish?

[choupunk]

He slowly turns his head, the voice sounds familiar.

"Ah, who is that- Oh... Parka?"

He tilted his head upward, he feels smaller compared to the other male.

[0ldschoolmp3]

Sounds about right.

What are you doing here? Having a walk?

[choupunk]

"Yea, just having a nice walk."

He keeps his distance, wanting to feel safe, to be safe.

"Are you having a walk, too?"

[oldschoolmp3]

[Parka hasn't notice the awareness yet.]

I am on my way to the hotel. But since you are here, I change my mind.

[choupunk]

"Eh? You want to hang out with me?"

He continues to keep his distance, attentive of Parka's movements.

[oldschoolmp3]

Yeah. You know, trying to get along each other.

What's wrong? Am I not allowed to?

[choupunk]

"Well, it's just... Um. Didn't you hit me with a portrait?"

He takes a step forward, "We can go to a cafe."

forgot to say he's different Parka

[oldschoolmp3]

...I what?

[choupunk]

"Nothing. I mistook you for someone. Follow me, I know a good place that sells boba tea and tea and coffee."

It took a few minutes for them to go to the cafe, the small blond was already in line, ordering himself mango boba.

"Places like these sell the best drinks." He waited for Parka, and went back outside. He was prone to feeling cold.

[oldschoolmp3]

Okay...?

[He's fine with hanging out with someone but acting too sudden isn't that awkward?]

I get parfait if they have one.

[He gets his parfait and goes next to Punkish.]

... Are you okay?

[schooljersey]

*Sigh* 'I hardly get out of the house much. Pfft, who needs to exercise regularly? Not me. Though today I just felt like a nice walk would be nice, it is a good day out.' thought Jersey as he strolled down the streets with his arms tucked behind his head. He darted his eyes around the crowd of people, wondering if he could spot anyone familiar to him. He was about to give up and dip his head down when he noticed a boy similar in appearance to himself.

"I-is that Punkish?" Jersey whispered under his breath as he slowly took his arms away from the back of his head.

'Should I go and speak to him? I haven't seen him in a while...Also what the heck is he doing all the way out here??' thought Jersey, beginning to pace forward towards where Punkish was standing.

'Worth a shot I guess!' Jersey then took off and ran up to the blonde boy, practically shoving himself right in front of him.

"H-Hey Punkish! How are ya, man?" Jersey happily greeted the shorter module, panting a tad from running. He was really out of shape.

[choupunk]

He's feeling more paranoid than he was before, the people around him are making him feel uncomfortable, regretting ever going out for too long. He holds himself, glancing around. He didn't expect anyone to follow him from behind, or jump right out at him.

"AAHH!" He jumps up, scratching his head. "Jer-Jersey, it's just you! You scared me half to death." He inhales and exhales quickly.

"I've been alright, living the boring life again since I live alone, what about you?" He cocked a brow, "You look exhausted, were you running around all day?" He looked at the taller blond from head to toe, taking mental notes. "Or I just take it that you're a bad runner..."

He thinks to himself, 'He probably is.'

[schooljersey]

Taking a quick step back from the startled teen, Jersey chuckled slightly into his hand. Seeing Punkish startled is never not funny to him.

"So sorry for scaring you like that Punkish, hehe." Jersey replied, scratching his cheek. "I'm alright, just thought I'd take a quick walk around the stree-Wait what was that? A bad runner!?" Jersey turned to look at the boy.

'I don't look that exhausted do I? Oh man...' Jersey thought, kicking himself for not exercising more. However this guilt wouldn't last too long since he didn't really care.

"U-Um yeah! Been runnin' all day, gotta get the blood pumping y'know?" said Jersey, jogging up in down in the spot in a better attempt to get the boy to believe him.

He then stopped and turned to the blonde again. "So Punkish, you got something you need to do here in the city or are you just wonderin' aimlessly around like me?" questioned Jersey, giving his full attention to the teen.

[choupunk]

"It's fine, at least you're not a crook. Or some rebel ready to beat people up."

The shorter male bit the inside of his cheek, "You look like you can't even run a mile." He was a little surprised, "Wow, I didn't think you'd be running all day! I'm impressed." He examined his anatomy once more. 'I'm having a hard time believing you do exercise.'

"I came from a smaller city and didn't expect to end up here. I'm wondering around aimlessly. It's pretty scary being in a huge crowd of people." Punkish shivered as he said so, "Can't keep my guard down."

[schooljersey]

Jersey eyed the boy. "I'm no crook! I'd never beat you up, Pun."

He was going to question more on what Punkish meant when he remember the blonde's sarcastic quips about his exercising. "H-hey I do get out and exercise!" Flexing his arms, however no muscle was really even there.

"Erm anyway." Jersey said, taking notice of Punkish's 'not so impressed' expression that he had adorned on his face. Jersey then again scratched his cheek, a nervous habit of his that he really ought to stop. It gave him away too easily.

He once again focused on the smaller module and saw how aware and alert he seemed, as if he was slighty scared or shaken up by something. 'I didn't scare him too hard did I? Goddammit Jersey you freaking moron.' thought Jersey to himself, facepalming.

He then took his hand away from his face. "Want to walk around for a bit and just talk, we can even go somewhere if you like. Get away from this big crowd and stuff okay?" Giving Punkish a warm and somewhat dorky smile, clearly concerned for the blonde.

[choupunk]

It's a little funny to notice the little habits Jersey has, even Punkish would scratch his cheek if he's ever nervous. But he's mostly scared with his surroundings. He keeps on biting the inside of his cheek.

He goes forward, "Already ahead of you." Beads of sweat are coming down his forehead, looking around. The shorter module is trying to look for a spot away from people. There's too many people, more than where he's from. The teens that pass by look like spoiled brats with their latest phone, the way they dress, the accessories and shoes they wear. It all looks expensive.

He feels envious, he wants to be like them, getting along with their crowds, no worries, and especially wanting what he doesn't have. Envy is slowly eating at him, speed walking into a convenience store. He doesn't notice he's out of breath.

[schooljersey]

Seeing the boy zip past Jersey at a fast pace startled him. "H-Hey Punkish, wait up! We haven't decided where we are going yet!" yelled Jersey and started to rush after him. While chasing him he'd get a glimpse of Punkish's face whenever he looked around. He still look very jumpy and beads of sweat were trickling down his face.

'What is with him all of a sudden?' questioned Jersey, speeding up his pace.

He noticed that Punkish seemed to be scanning pretty much everyone that went by and envy happened to flash across his sweaty face. Jersey became confused and he too looked at the passerbys. They were all rich kids most likely, with all their new gizmos and gadgets galore and brand new hot off the shelf clothes and accessories. Jersey then began to feel kind of envious too. He wasn't the richest kid on the block, despite him being a famous and well known vocaloid. Not all modules are treated the same.

Looking away from the crowd and back in front of him he noticed that Punkish was no where to be seen. Jersey stopped and looked around, head zipping this way and that looking for the blonde, worry plastered on his face.

Jersey then saw the tight cladded teen rush into a nearby convenience store and then took off after the blonde, relief washing over him. When Jersey entered he saw Punkish hunched over panting, clearly out of breath. Jersey put a hand on his back, "Woah Punkish calm down, are you okay??" questioned Jersey and bent over to get a good look at Punkish. Beads of sweat were still running down his face. Jersey then stood straight up, "I'll go get you a bottle of water or something. Good thing you came to a convenience store, eheh. Go take a seat outside or something if you like." Jersey said calmly to the other module and zipped off down an isle to find a bottle of water.

[choupunk]

"I'm fine, it feels really hot and I'm burning." He coughed, scratching his head. He felt bad, he didn't want to make his friend worry. "Water sounds good. I'll be outside. I'll pay you back."

Jersey was being really nice, not what Punkish really expected. He did need some help, and what Jersey was doing is good enough for him. The strawberry blond would expect the other male to toss in a joke or not help.

Punkish left the building, sitting down at a table. A duo came by, talking to Punkish. He felt sick to the stomach, trying to get them to leave. He conversed and the duo finally left. He had a clear mind with no one near him, 'Maybe Jersey can live with me? I don't really like living alone. I lived with friends longer than I did alone. Maybe he already has place of his own anyways, or a roommate or two.' He rubbed his chin, 'Nah! It's probably a great idea. Maybe he'll say yes.'

When Jersey went out the store, looking at Punkish, he cleared his throat, "It's probably too sudden since we just saw each other after too long... Maybe you'd like to live with me?" He frowned, looking down at his shoes. He snatched the water bottle out of his hands, chugging it down.

[schooljersey]

After finding a bottle of water Jersey went to pay for it and left the store, seeing Punkish sitting at a table looking more nervous than ever. He waltzed over to him and was about to hand him his water when Punkish asked him an out of the blue question.

Jersey was taken aback, Punkish wanted him to go move in with him? That was strange. They were complete opposites really. Punkish being the clean and tidy neat freak while Jersey on the other hand hardly cared and would sleep in a dog kennel if need be. The thing was Jersey was actually having having issues with where he was currently living.

His roommates were Council and Campus. While Jersey liked Campus and thought of him as a good friend, it was Council that got on his nerves constantly. They would bicker 24/7, constant arguing and Campus trying his best to break the two up and most of the time failing. Council found Jersey lazy, inconsiderate and was always harping him about helping pay the rent. Though Council was right, rent also being a big issue since Jersey hardly made much money. Either due to his module not being needed and hardly used or he was just plain lazy.

Council was pretty much on the verge of kicking him out.

'Maybe moving in with Punkish won't be so bad. It seems like he may actually enjoy some company for a change. Heh. If I do though I'll definitely have to pick up my slack. No more being a lazy ass and actually try to earn some cash.' thought Jersey, forgetting momentarily that Punkish was right there, waiting for an answer.

Jersey's head snapped up and he stared at Punkish scratching his cheek. AGAIN. He shoved his hand away from his face and rested it beside his body, fidgeting slightly with his jumper sleeves.

"S-Sure Punkish that sounds great actually." Jersey replied nervously. "Though you sure you really want me as a roommate? You know what I'm like, haha."

[choupunk]

He finished the entire bottle, "Good, I know how you're like. Just gotta try to cut down those habits. My house is spotless and I don't need a huge mess in my home. My house isn't too big, there's two bedrooms. One is mine, obviously, the other is empty, so I use it as a dance studio. Pretty spacey for me to dance in. There's also a bed inside the closet, so if ya wanna sleep in there."

He glanced off to the side. He used to have someone who'd come over all the time, the person he used to date. Time has gone by and the only thing left is to move on. 'It's pathetic to be held back because of love. This isn't some crappy fairytale.'

Punkish stood up, stretching, "It'd be nice to have a friend living with me. I've been hoping for that. For some time, actually..." He went ahead again, tugging on Jersey's sleeve, "How much do I pay you?"

The two of them made it to an abandoned park, there was not a single person there, "They're all probably at home with their jazzy tech stuff, or something. Or out drinking." He kicked a rock, hitting a car. "Oh shit-" He dragged Jersey with him, hiding inside the large slide, peeking a little. Punkish began to break out in laughter, going down the slide and falling on the sand below, rolling around.