♠ dream ♠ [18] ♠ INTERACTIVE

[ootorospring]

Warnings: sparkles, roses, and boys who are entirely too secure in their own attractiveness
Effects: none
Interactive!

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Comments

Been wanting to play with Haruhi, but didn't have the heart to put D in this scenario XD

[avis_immortalis]

[ Gwendolyn felt her face turn pink as Haruhi held out her hand to her. The young woman stared at the young woman for a moment--these... were all boys? Truly? ]

[ ...She was used to very gruff looking men. ]

[ The Princess was dressed in a blue ball gown, her long silver hair let loose from its usual tight braids, her headfeathers erect to the sides of her head. The perked upwards in curiosity as they looked at Haruhi's hand, but the Princess reached out slowly and took it. ]

PFFF oh poor D.

[ootorospring]

[Gwendolyn seems hesitant, but when she takes Haruhi's hand, Haruhi turns to gesture to more with her free hand-the chair offered for Gwendolyn, more seats for their guests, a spread of food and-not quite at home in the elaborate room-instant coffee.]

They're all idiots, but they're good people in the end. I've learned a lot from them.

I'm Haruhi, by the way.

[avis_immortalis]

[ Gwendolyn looks to Haruhi, offering the woman a nod. ]

...Princess Gwendolyn of Ragnanival, Youngest of the High God Odin, and Commander of the Valkyrie Forces. [ ...That was her title, long as it was. The silver maiden slowly lowered herself to the chair-her dress fluttered oddly as she seated. ]

...A pleasure, ah... [ Well, they were in a man's clothing, so... ] ...Sir Haruhi.

[ootorospring]

[Haruhi crosses one arm over her chest and bows in perfect host form. It's been a while since she's done this, but it's hard to forget. She doesn't bother to correct the male prefix to her name-it's always been "let others go as they see fit" to her.]

Please, just Haruhi is fine, Princess.

Is there anything we can do for you?

[avis_immortalis]

I'm afraid I'm unsure of... what a 'Host Club' is, Sir Haruhi.

[ootorospring]

Ah, well...

[she usually lets Tamaki field this question because ahaha host clubs. r_r]

Well, we just like to have a good time by interacting with so many people, but... the most important thing is to share that good time with you and to see everyone's smiles.

[avis_immortalis]

...Have a good... time...

[ The Princess stared at her for a moment. ]

...Paron me for saying this, Sir Haruhi, however...

...You are certainly unlike the men from my world. [ She looked down at the tea sets, before picking up the pot of instant coffee. ] Have a seat. [ She was starting to pour their cups doing the host thing all wrong, Gwendolyn. ]

[ootorospring]

[Haruhi blinks, then takes a seat of her own.]

Oh, no, there's nothing to pardon... [at least-she thinks.] What do you mean by that?

[avis_immortalis]

The men of Asgard boast formidable... well, all of them are warriors of some sort, the Berserkers in particular. They're beasts.

[ She set the coffee down after pouring it. The feathers in her hair perked upwards a touch. ]

...What's this strange drink? It doesn't smell like mead or ale.

[ootorospring]

Asgard-like the Norse gods?

[it takes her a moment to respond to the question]

Ara, that's instant coffee.