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[kickthecanplz]

[It appears that every time a new Host Club event happens, Kasanoda is given a new pet to take care of, and the boy hasn't complained, really. He likes animals. First, it was the cute little white kittens. Then, it was the amusing if not a little loud parrot. And now... Ah, a moment, please.

You'll suddenly hear this effulgent noise from your

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[daddyhost]

[That's odd... he'd asked the ghosts to get rid of it again...]

[daddyhost]

It must like you~

[kickthecanplz]

[it's a good thing he can't yell, because the things he'd be screaming at you might make the poor king faint. So you just get more fast scribbles... but the chase barely allows him to finish a word.]

TAMA

TA

TAMAK

TAM

[daddyhost]

Why are you writing? Are you practising the trick where your head is in the lion's mouth, so you can't talk?

[kickthecanplz]

[He passes the kitchen, and dives in! Waits... waits... the lion passes... Kasanoda tries to hold his breath so the lion won't hear him.]

NO

NOT A TRICK

IT'S A GOD DAMN LION

[daddyhost]

I know, I saw it at the club. Have you forgotten it already?

[kickthecanplz]

WHY IS IT STILL HERE

[daddyhost]

I asked the ghosts to take it away, but I guess it must have bonded with you at the club.

[kickthecanplz]

IT TRIED TO EAT ME

THAT IS NOT BONDING

EXCEPT BY BONDING INTO HIS STOMACH

[daddyhost]

How could you say that, Bossonova?! How could you, of all people, be frightened by outward appearance and not see the love underneath?!

[kickthecanplz]

I DON'T TRY TO MAKE FRIENDS BY EATING THEM

[daddyhost]

How is the principle different? Whether by yakuza bullet or lion's jaw, you are both deadly and misunderstood. Misfits together~

[kickthecanplz]

[slamming his head into the journal several times.

Ink spots everywhere. Everywhere.]

[daddyhost]

It's a true inspiring tale, and I made it happen!

[kickthecanplz]

Never. Again.

[daddyhost]

There is no shame in being inspired by me, Bossonova~