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[ootorospring]

Who: Tamaki and Haruhi F.
Where: Tamaki's apartment
Style: third
Status: closed, at least in the beginning-- possible intrusions needed.

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[spectaculaire]

"It's open!" Tamaki answered as soon as he heard the knock. He would have preferred to answer it himself and let her in, but he currently had his arms full of various books and magazines that had originally been blocking the entrance way.

[ootorospring]

Haruhi opened the door fully and entered the room, stopping to mentally facepalm when she took in the full glory of the ransacked room. "...I guess at least you can say you searched every possible spot," she said dryly.

Sighing, Haruhi made her way immediately to a trail of feathers that could only have come from Marie's fun with a pillow-- the sooner she got started, the sooner the room would be clean. She was still uncertain how she even felt about Tamaki's having owned a figure of her in the first place; he'd never given a clear answer as to why she was his "most important thing", and she was very careful not to draw her own assumptions.

And it was probably better not to think about the shrine.

[spectaculaire]

Tamaki gave a small, sheepish laugh. "I spent the past fifteen minutes looking for it actually. I had just finished making--" and here he caught himself from blurting out his secret project: the ootoro. The blackout had completely ruined the first batch, and there was no way he would have given Haruhi that batch. On the upside, his new batch was much nicer looking...sort of.

But he quickly finished his sentence with "--Marie's dinner" before keeping his back to her so she wouldn't see his flustered expression.

[ootorospring]

Haruhi raised an eyebrow. Marie got homemade dinners? Haruhi thought dog food existed for a reason, but then again, rich people seemed to always do things in strange ways. Who was she to question?

"Well, I guess I understand how you feel at losing something important," Haruhi said absently, crossing her arms over her knees as she crouched by the now-growing pile of feathers she was sweeping. Her mind flickered back to the ootoro ring Tamaki had given her; it was stupid, really, that such a silly thing could mean anything to her, but she'd been disappointed to find that it hadn't come with her to Somarium nonetheless.

Very, very carefully, Haruhi added, "But... you know... as I said about losing my crystal, you have the real one here with you, after all."

She pushed herself to her feet. In an abrupt topic change, she then asked, "Where are the trash bags?"