Host King's Second Court
[Tamaki had been more than shocked to find he had a child, actually shocked was an understatement. He was super-ridiculously-thisbetterbeabadjokebythetwins-shocked... and even that didn't do it proper justice.
But Suoh Tamaki had never been one to back down where a pretty girl was at stake!
The first thing had to be find who her real parents were - they must be devastatingly beautiful if the little girl thought he resembled her father - and by luck (or castle design) the little name tag sewn into her shirt said her name was 'Princess' and in an emergency to contact Griffith of room 809.
Oh, what luck!
This mite must be Griffith's granddaughter, well he would make sure she got back safely! Swinging her up onto his hip, ruffling gorgeous blonde wispy hair with a winning smile, he had gone to return her... all had not gone to plan. As a matter of fact, Griffith had been remarkably hard to pin down... almost as though he were avoiding them. But, of course, that couldn't be the case.
HE WOULD NOT REST UNTIL THIS POOR CHILD WAS REUNITED WITH HER FAMILY! His lips trembled with emotion, imagining that she must be an orphan to be living with her grandmother, his eyes shone as he imagined her gratitude at them being reunited.
...That was three days ago...
Each day they tried another tack, trying to get Griffith to open the door - a fearsome team of beauty and no brains, that would never give up!
Today.
Today it was sock puppets.
Anyone on the Eighth floor is free to see this, or listen in over the journal to the theatrical masterpiece that is TAMAKI AND PRINCESS SOCK PUPPET THEATRE!]
OH NO! I HAVE LOST MY GRAMMA!
Never fear, fair Hime, I will help you find her~
THANK YOU, DADDY!
No, no... not Daddy. Remember? Oops.
THANK YOU, PRINCE TAMAMAMAKI!
Oh... but it seems your Grandmother is being held hostage by this evil locked door.
WHAT DO WE DO?
We must cast a magic spell, little hime, one powerful enough that your grandmother will hear us even past the evil door... are you ready, we must do it together.
One. Two. Three...
ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
OPEN THE DOOR
SO WE CAN HUG YOU!
[ooc: so so so sorry for the tl;dr. feel free to mock them over the journal or in person.]
But Suoh Tamaki had never been one to back down where a pretty girl was at stake!
The first thing had to be find who her real parents were - they must be devastatingly beautiful if the little girl thought he resembled her father - and by luck (or castle design) the little name tag sewn into her shirt said her name was 'Princess' and in an emergency to contact Griffith of room 809.
Oh, what luck!
This mite must be Griffith's granddaughter, well he would make sure she got back safely! Swinging her up onto his hip, ruffling gorgeous blonde wispy hair with a winning smile, he had gone to return her... all had not gone to plan. As a matter of fact, Griffith had been remarkably hard to pin down... almost as though he were avoiding them. But, of course, that couldn't be the case.
HE WOULD NOT REST UNTIL THIS POOR CHILD WAS REUNITED WITH HER FAMILY! His lips trembled with emotion, imagining that she must be an orphan to be living with her grandmother, his eyes shone as he imagined her gratitude at them being reunited.
...That was three days ago...
Each day they tried another tack, trying to get Griffith to open the door - a fearsome team of beauty and no brains, that would never give up!
Today.
Today it was sock puppets.
Anyone on the Eighth floor is free to see this, or listen in over the journal to the theatrical masterpiece that is TAMAKI AND PRINCESS SOCK PUPPET THEATRE!]
OH NO! I HAVE LOST MY GRAMMA!
Never fear, fair Hime, I will help you find her~
THANK YOU, DADDY!
No, no... not Daddy. Remember? Oops.
THANK YOU, PRINCE TAMAMAMAKI!
Oh... but it seems your Grandmother is being held hostage by this evil locked door.
WHAT DO WE DO?
We must cast a magic spell, little hime, one powerful enough that your grandmother will hear us even past the evil door... are you ready, we must do it together.
One. Two. Three...
ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
OPEN THE DOOR
SO WE CAN HUG YOU!
[ooc: so so so sorry for the tl;dr. feel free to mock them over the journal or in person.]