"Haruhi is my child because I have taken her under my wing, teaching her the ways not only of the privileged nobility, but that of the Host! Admittedly Haruhi is a natural rookie, but I protect and oversee her in every aspect of life!" He turns and thrusts an outstretched finger into Mello's face. "I would never do something that would shame girl in that way!"
I wonder if I'd catch anything if I bit his hand for shoving it in my face. Meh. I slap his hand away. "So, you're a 'protector,' then." The word is snide. Meddler, fool, incompetent. "It's only a shame if you do not take responsibility," I say blandly. Though, there are other situations that would bring shame. "Is there any particular reason you are covered in butter and just emerged from what appears to be popcorn? Is it a school activity?"
Tamaki misses the snideness of the comment, and instead looks rather taken by the concept. "Protector! Yes - as founder, no, king of our be-knighted Host Club, it is my duty to protect the virtue of our clients! As well as protecting items and persons of beauty," here he tosses his head, "much like the dedicated curator of a museum!"
He stops flailing and posing suddenly to peer at Mello. A sudden thought strikes him. "The leather! The hair! The facial scarring! You would be a perfect sub-category of the devil type!" Tamaki bows low, then offers his hand. "Have you ever considered joining the Host Club?"
A's a little more confident about exploring now. Just a little. He has his wand, and he knows a hex, and that reassures him enough, enough to lure him out into the dizzying possibilities of a huge castle to explore, unfettered.
A butter-drenched blond was not something he expected to find. A backs against the wall, uncertain of what to say.
"Welcome!" Tamaki calls, out of sheer force of habit. Welcome to the Popcorn Room? No, that's just silly. "I mean, hello! I am Tamaki Suou, and I believe I may have been kidnapped, and is this really Scotland?" He puts one hand to his chest and bows, not quite as dramatically as he would have if the person who'd stumbled upon him was a girl.
"Scotland," A agrees softly, somewhat taken aback. "I don't know about kidnapped. No one I've talked to said anything about kidnapped." He thinks for a moment. "You might be dead, though."
"Of course I'm not dead! Are you a member of Nekozawa-sempai's group? Oh - of course not, if we're in Scotland. But if I have been kidnapped -" which could totally have happened! "- my friend Kyouya's family has it's own private army! So it won't be long before I'm back at school. And if Kyouya comes with him we can go touring again! Have you see it?" He throws an arm wide, taking in the scenery outside the window.
For almost an hour now, Kratos had been searching for a space wide enough to practice with his blades. He stomped along the hall grumpily, cursing himself for getting stuck in a place so far from home. He was disturbed out of his reverie by a very young man screaming.
He looked in the closest doorway and saw.... a boy covered in butter? He scratched at his bald head for a moment, shocked and confused.
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"Haruhi is my child because I have taken her under my wing, teaching her the ways not only of the privileged nobility, but that of the Host! Admittedly Haruhi is a natural rookie, but I protect and oversee her in every aspect of life!" He turns and thrusts an outstretched finger into Mello's face. "I would never do something that would shame girl in that way!"
He gets a little worked up sometimes.
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He stops flailing and posing suddenly to peer at Mello. A sudden thought strikes him. "The leather! The hair! The facial scarring! You would be a perfect sub-category of the devil type!" Tamaki bows low, then offers his hand. "Have you ever considered joining the Host Club?"
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A butter-drenched blond was not something he expected to find. A backs against the wall, uncertain of what to say.
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Also, the mun refuses to post Konata here because Ouran High School Host Club scares her.
He smelled food though, so he must be on the right track...
Then again maybe not. There is a room full of giant popcorn. Oh, and a blond kid on the floor.
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"... where am I?" he asks. (The massive amounts of flail have been startled out of him. Momentarily, at least.)
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"Scotland," he said evenly, warily eying the young man.
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He looked in the closest doorway and saw.... a boy covered in butter? He scratched at his bald head for a moment, shocked and confused.
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Tamaki bounces over to him. There must be a cosplay party happening. "Where did you get your swords? They look so realistic!"
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"These were given to me by the God of War, Ares, himself."
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