Post by i.c.h.i. on Aug 1, 2009 8:52:49 GMT -5
[/font]i.c.h.i.
"Even if the eyes are closing, do it with a heart wide open."
i.c.h.i. won't lie.
He's incredibly bored.
He sits in the lobby of the hospital, waiting for his owner, who finds it wise to give get well cards to practically everyone in every room, and give them a little song number after. Normally, Buck takes i.c.h.i. with him, but i.c.h.i. refused, this time. And Leon.. personally, i.c.h.i. had no idea as to the whereabouts of the VOCALOID, but he knows that Leon's probably in trouble. The blond has a knack for doing that, after all. Getting in trouble and dragging people down with him. Ironically, i.c.h.i. doesn't know he has that problem, too.
He groans, cranes his neck and arches over so that his head is in-between his knees, because he's so bored and there's nothing for him to do. He can't exactly play music right now, because this is a hospital and it's not polite, or something like that. And besides, he looks human enough. He'd rather be treated normally than like the most fragile being on earth - even if he was the most fragile thing on earth. The spiky-haired blond runs his fingers through his hair, fingers itching to get themselves attached to a piano and play it. But there's none here, either, and i.c.h.i. immediately deems this hospital as one epically boring one. If he says that out loud, Buck will smack him over the head with a newspaper. But not too hard, of course. Enough to remind him that that's something he shouldn't do.
i.c.h.i. grumbles.
"Someone better come over soon, or else I'm killing myself."[/blockquote]
