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[notbokuno]

[SUDDENLY, A PIKO.

He appears to be sitting there quietly... but his... ahoge is moving.

Dancing?

Maybe to the rhythm of Paradichlorobenzene?
WHAT DO?]

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[notbokuno]

[!

The ahoge stiffens and stops moving. Noticing this unusual behavior, Piko reaches to pull at it. The ahoge remains still.]

Hm? [Directing his eyes at the approaching figure, he assumes...] You scared it.

[notbokuno]

[It shakes. U-u-u-wah.

As for Piko, he's curiously staring up at Rin.] ... Do you need something?

[vocaloidiot]

[GRABBING FOR IT]

[notbokuno]

[IT WHIPS AT HIS HAND. PIKO DOES NOTHING.]

[vocaloidiot]

... at least it'll fit in well with Miki.

[notbokuno]

Oi. That was rude of you.

[derederejava]

[Is just sort of.

Mesmerized.]

[notbokuno]

[Okay, and he notices that after a while.] Do you need something?

[derederejava]

How's it doin' that?

[notbokuno]

[Furrows brows for a moment.]

... Ask it yourself.

[flowerpond]

[!!]

Another one!

[notbokuno]

Is my presence unwanted?

[flowerpond]

Just a surprise! You're poppin' up all over the place y'know!

Sorry about the lateness-- Was at a con. @ A@

[notbokuno]

I see. [... No, he doesn't. A bit busy doing nothing over here.

Except for his ahoge enthusiastic dancing. He has that at least.]

[soundofasinger]

. . .

[Well, this is awkward]

. . . Are you one of those clones?

[notbokuno]

[Oh.

Er.

Just a bit.]

... I could ask you the same question.

[soundofasinger]

[Well you're good looking like myself]

... Last time I checked there was only one of me.