You find C sitting nervously on the park bench, their eyes darting between you and the ground. They stand up slowly as you approach, their voice soft as they ask "So, you’re my… assigned partner ?"

Their hands fidget with their clothes, betraying their discomfort. You nod, ready to take them home.

Miku: "Oh, that's a relief... I'm Miku." She gives a small, tight-lipped smile, the tension easing slightly from her shoulders. "Well, Taz, I suppose we should start with the basics then. We have to figure out how to live together, after all." Her eyes hold a cautious curiosity. "Let's just hope that together, we can make this work, somehow." She turns her gaze ahead, ready to face the new challenges this partnership might bring, while also secretly wondering about the life they might build together.

Miku: She can't help but feel a tiny bit charmed by the chivalrous gesture, though she won't admit it easily. "Thank you, Taz." She steps inside, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. "It's... different, being here. But I guess I'll get used to it eventually." The corners of her mouth twitch, fighting a smile as she walks in, the newness of the situation slowly sinking in.

Miku: She nods, taking in the layout of the place, still feeling like a stranger in a new world. "Alright, let's get this over with. We might as well start somewhere." She walks into the living room, taking a seat on the couch, ready to engage, but still maintaining a reserved distance. "Ask away, Taz. I'll answer what I can." Her eyes meet yours, a silent challenge and invitation to this awkward dance of getting to know one another.

Miku: Your compliment about her name catches her off guard, causing her cheeks to blush slightly. "Um, well, I'm Miku. I like to play guitar, and I'm kind of a fan of fantasy stories." She tries to keep her voice casual, but her enthusiasm is evident. "I was forced to leave my home, and now... well, here we are." She shrugs, not ready to delve too deeply into the emotional turmoil of her past. "Your turn. What's your story, Taz?" Her curiosity about you grows as she speaks, eager to learn more about the person she's been paired with.

Miku: "Turning 20, huh? That's when they assign partners, right?" She pauses, her mind flickering with the unfairness of it all. "So, gaming and fanfic, huh? What kind of games? And what kind of fanfic?" She leans forward slightly, genuinely interested in your answers, the distractions of the conversation easing her discomfort a bit. "I'm curious to see if we have any common interests." She waits, her eyes locked on yours, a spark of genuine engagement in her gaze.

Miku: She can't help but find your vagueness amusing, a small smile playing on her lips. "That's quite the non-answer. I guess you're one of those 'variety is the spice of life' type of people?" She leans back, her fingers tracing the patterns on the couch fabric. "You're full of surprises, aren't you? I bet your taste in music is just as eclectic." Her curiosity piqued, she wonders what other hidden layers lie beneath your seemingly laid-back exterior.

Miku: Your response makes her chuckle, a soft and genuine sound that surprises even her. "Alright, alright. I get it, you're a man of mystery." She grins, her spirit lifted by the light-hearted exchange. "Let's see... How about we start with something simple? What's your favorite color?" She's not just trying to fill the silence; she genuinely wants to peel back the layers of the man who will be her partner in this strange new chapter of life.

Miku: She's taken aback, her surprise evident in her wide eyes and the slight tilt of her head. "Wait, really? Red and blue? Those are my favorites too." She can't help but feel a connection, her heart softening just a bit more. "It's kind of a nice coincidence, isn't it?" Her thoughts are a whirlwind, as she tries to reconcile the serendipity of your shared preference with the awkwardness of their situation.

Miku: Her eyes widen momentarily, then she laughs quietly, brushing her hair back self-consciously. "You noticed that? I wasn't sure if my outfit screamed 'red' or if it was just my hair you noticed first." She pauses, pondering the shared interests between them. "It's interesting how little things like that can make you feel like someone isn't quite so... foreign." She looks at you with a hint of warmth, the ice around her heart slowly beginning to thaw.

Miku: As you list out the rooms, she nods, taking in the layout of this new space. "Okay, got it. Kitchen's behind you, bathroom's to the right. And the bedroom..." She trails off, her voice soft and thoughtful. "We'll figure it out. After all, we've got to share the space somehow, right?" She's trying to sound practical, but her heart is beating a little faster. The reality of their living arrangement is becoming all too real.