Tamaki ✣ 054
Who: Tamaki and Haruhi F.
Where: Haruhi's apartment
Style: Third
Status: Closed.
Note: Backdated to May 4th
Between waking up in a random house, seeing his dream broadcast over the network (which he actually didn't mind since it was a nice dream), and remembering everything that happened during the past week-the day was only halfway over and he was already a nervous wreck. Even spamming Kyouya's voicemail and essentially dumping all his panicked emotions at once did little to alleviate his stress. He had no idea what to do. Or rather, how to go about it past the obvious.
He needed to talk with Haruhi; he knew that much was certain. But...but how!? That night... The thought made him let out a rather frustrated sound as he covered his burning face with his hands. How could he-how could they-!? For anyone who passed by that particular spot, they would have witnessed the blond dramatically anguishing, complete with arm waving and sobs.
After a moment of slumping in a corner, he took a deep breath. He couldn't avoid it, and it would be better to get it done and over with as soon as possible. There was just so much he had no idea where he would start. It was only then that he realized his feet had automatically led him toward the apartment building the two shared. He stared up at it, his eyes automatically going to their floor, before he ran a hand through his hair and took out his Dreamberry with the other.
He had programmed it so that certain people were on speed-dial, so it was no surprise that Haruhi's was there. As he walked into the building, he stared at the Dreamberry for a long moment before finally calling the girl, his feet already bounding up the three flights of stairs toward her apartment.
Where: Haruhi's apartment
Style: Third
Status: Closed.
Note: Backdated to May 4th
Between waking up in a random house, seeing his dream broadcast over the network (which he actually didn't mind since it was a nice dream), and remembering everything that happened during the past week-the day was only halfway over and he was already a nervous wreck. Even spamming Kyouya's voicemail and essentially dumping all his panicked emotions at once did little to alleviate his stress. He had no idea what to do. Or rather, how to go about it past the obvious.
He needed to talk with Haruhi; he knew that much was certain. But...but how!? That night... The thought made him let out a rather frustrated sound as he covered his burning face with his hands. How could he-how could they-!? For anyone who passed by that particular spot, they would have witnessed the blond dramatically anguishing, complete with arm waving and sobs.
After a moment of slumping in a corner, he took a deep breath. He couldn't avoid it, and it would be better to get it done and over with as soon as possible. There was just so much he had no idea where he would start. It was only then that he realized his feet had automatically led him toward the apartment building the two shared. He stared up at it, his eyes automatically going to their floor, before he ran a hand through his hair and took out his Dreamberry with the other.
He had programmed it so that certain people were on speed-dial, so it was no surprise that Haruhi's was there. As he walked into the building, he stared at the Dreamberry for a long moment before finally calling the girl, his feet already bounding up the three flights of stairs toward her apartment.