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Who: Tamaki and Haruhi F.
Where: Tamaki's apartment
Style: third
Status: closed, at least in the beginning-- possible intrusions needed.
From even just the tiny view of Tamaki's room allowed from the Dreamberry, it hadn't been difficult to see that his apartment was a disaster. While Haruhi might have normally just let him deal with it on his own, a mess of that magnitude almost required pity-- even if it was of his own doing. And it wasn't as though spending time with Tamaki was a bad thing-- it was the cleaning that was a drag.
But she'd offered before she could stop herself, and she couldn't blame him for accepting the offer. Haruhi locked her apartment door behind her (just to be on the safe side, and out of habit) and took the few steps next door to Tamaki's. He'd said that his door would be open, though she still knocked before opening the door a few inches.
"Tamaki-senpai?"
Where: Tamaki's apartment
Style: third
Status: closed, at least in the beginning-- possible intrusions needed.
From even just the tiny view of Tamaki's room allowed from the Dreamberry, it hadn't been difficult to see that his apartment was a disaster. While Haruhi might have normally just let him deal with it on his own, a mess of that magnitude almost required pity-- even if it was of his own doing. And it wasn't as though spending time with Tamaki was a bad thing-- it was the cleaning that was a drag.
But she'd offered before she could stop herself, and she couldn't blame him for accepting the offer. Haruhi locked her apartment door behind her (just to be on the safe side, and out of habit) and took the few steps next door to Tamaki's. He'd said that his door would be open, though she still knocked before opening the door a few inches.
"Tamaki-senpai?"