Len… Kagamine? Definitely—it was hard to mistake a Kagamine, but this Len was looking a little… lost. Lui trots up to him, holding out his phone for the other to see the typed message as an enthusiastic smile surfaces.『kagamine-san, isn’t it? hello! sorry if this is a bit sudden, but— dyou need any help? w ww』
As his gaze wonders around his whereabouts, he felt his presence shrinking each time there would be a passerby. It wasn’t as if he was lost— surely not! Without a doubt, he was absolutely capable of heading to his destination on his own.
Such determination was disrupted by one of the passersby– the one with an abnormal appearance that is approaching him with a friendly smile. His pupils met with words rather than the sound of his voice, and lips parted in realization of the identity before him.
"— Oh, you’re…“
[ the end of his sentence falters away. ]
"Ah, no.͝ I̡ ͝d͡o̸n’t n͏e͞ed help.” He replies with assurance, but eyes immediately shifted around in a mild panic.
☼ ——❝ I am! Don’t worry about it, you don’t need to know Korean to talk to me. My name is SeeU, by the way! ❞
“Oh.
You̷ l҉ęarned Japanese?” He recalls her vaguely, only aware of the fact that she was a Korean idol, but it seems that they teach the idols other languages.