[PUBLIC // My poor poor muse. FYI, he's pretty much looking like his icon in the dream :|b]
All anyone could see was the figure of Tamaki sitting against an imaginary wall in a dark, deep black abyss. White spirals that looked similar to the models of galaxies swirled around him as he just continued to star up in the vast darkness.
As these different swirls spun past him, images of Haruhi as a normal, girl -- well normal in terms of how he usually fantasized her. With the actual Ouran Academy female student uniform and all that. All smiling and innocent as ever~
But they all break into many, many, small insignificant pieces, and Tamaki is left just staring...staring...staring.
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[still in that position, too.]
[ooc: >_> If you wish, refer to
this post (SEMI-NSFW) to see why Tamaki is like that. Also, he's broken. Like. Reeeally broken. Don't be too surprised if he gives you crazy whacked up robot answers :|b]