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towering like two heads over most of the population
[For some time, a new resident has been shambling along the streets of the DR-city, lost in a map, occasionally stopping to look at his surroundings or to knock his head into low-hanging door frames. Who the hell are these things made for, anyway?! Baffled, he turns his map upside-down, hoping to make sense of his situation. He stares at it, intently, and finally...
....nothing. UGH THIS IS SO USELESS--
THIS ISN'T TEXAS.
OR BIG BEN.
OR THE BIGAMY COMPOUND.
THIS IS THE WORST VACATION EVER.
Calming down, the lost giant vocaloid goes back to his map, this time rotating it to its side and carefully ducking to dodge a low-hanging branch. Jeez. If he didn't know better, he'd think he had wandered overseas somehow - it's like everything in this place is made for a much smaller breed. Like when he did background singing work, he had to stay in those hotels with the tiny tiny beds. COME ON WHAT IS UP WITH THAT, SERIOUSLY. Frustrated, he blindly picks up the pace, his head still buried in the most useless map ever - and runs his head directly into an appropriate enough stop sign with a resounding CLANG, losing his balance and map and landing on his back in the process.]
oh for the love of-- TH' HELL IS THIS, A DAMN MIDGET TOWN?!
....nothing. UGH THIS IS SO USELESS--
THIS ISN'T TEXAS.
OR BIG BEN.
OR THE BIGAMY COMPOUND.
THIS IS THE WORST VACATION EVER.
Calming down, the lost giant vocaloid goes back to his map, this time rotating it to its side and carefully ducking to dodge a low-hanging branch. Jeez. If he didn't know better, he'd think he had wandered overseas somehow - it's like everything in this place is made for a much smaller breed. Like when he did background singing work, he had to stay in those hotels with the tiny tiny beds. COME ON WHAT IS UP WITH THAT, SERIOUSLY. Frustrated, he blindly picks up the pace, his head still buried in the most useless map ever - and runs his head directly into an appropriate enough stop sign with a resounding CLANG, losing his balance and map and landing on his back in the process.]
oh for the love of-- TH' HELL IS THIS, A DAMN MIDGET TOWN?!
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You're... really tall, Mister!
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LOOMING OVER YOU ttly not creepy, right?]
Well, y'know-- it, just, uh. Comes with the territory, kid. You're.
Don't you drink your milk? I mean, damn.
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Is it normal to be that tall where you come from?
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He kneels down, closer to her height.]
Bigger- hah! You're an a'ight kid, you know that?
More normal than here.
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--Ah! I think I've seen people dressed up like you for Haro-- Ha--H... Haroween! Are you famous?
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Yes! Stop that!
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No? Um... Maybe it's because they paid with credit cards? My manager does that.
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You got a manager...? Important parts getting bigger? W-wait, what kind of kid are you?!
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But I'm not as famous as you, because I've never seen people cosplay as me...
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You can call me Al.
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Do you sing songs, like me? Or do you come from a p-postacocalictic world, like some others?
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1/2
2/3
4/4!!!!
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... Excuse me.
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P-pft why do you even know what that is, this isn't what it looks like, seriously! What the hell!
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[still giggling! ah, the joy of children]
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Apocalyptic, Yuki-san. And you, mister. [turns to Al] Should you really be speaking that way around children?
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[excuses xinfinity]
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I MISSED THIS TAG SOMEHOW, WHOOPS
WE COOL
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*. . . silent thumbs-up*