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[kickthecanplz]

[So after breaking one friend's nose, threatening another friend, and quitting his position as Host Club Vice President, Kasanoda is feeling just a bit down in the dumps. He happens to be in the kitchen, holding one of the kitchen knives in his hand, and eying his left fingers. What is he thinking of doing to repent for his actions? Well, he is the

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[daddyhost]

[This breathless man in armour is running into the kitchen at top speed, clanking to a stop by the table.]

BOSSONOVA! HALT RIGHT THERE!

[Even though... he isn't moving.]

<3

[kickthecanplz]

[Looks up, surprised.]

Tamaki?

[daddyhost]

I told Kyouya to apologise... No matter who was right or wrong, you are still part of our family in the club and we don't want to lose you.

[So genuine.]

[kickthecanplz]

... Tamaki...

[Clears his throat.]

... I wasn't leaving the Host Cub, just the Vice President crap. That's... that's always been Ootori's position, and it still should be.

And I still need to do my own repentance.

[Waves knife a bit.]

[daddyhost]

[Oh. Well, that's okay then!]

Repentance for what?

[kickthecanplz]

For hurting you and threatening Ootori.

[Holds up the knife.]

And for that, I've gotta chop off my finger!

[daddyhost]

...

...

...Why?

[kickthecanplz]

It's what the yakuza does. When we commit an offense, we have to cut our left finger and serve it to our boss in order to make up for what we've done.

1/4

[daddyhost]

[Kasanoda was going to cut his finger off and hand it to him? Tamaki is caught in indecision... was it the wrong thing to do to stop it? What if he lost all honour in his clan for not doing it? WHAT IF IT GOT HIM DISOWNED OR KILLED?]

[daddyhost]

...

[daddyhost]

[Suddenly... SMACKS KASANODA IN THE FACE WITH HIS JOURNAL. HARD.]

[daddyhost]

Now we are even~ There is no debt to repay.

1/2

[kickthecanplz]

[DKFGJFDK-]

Ow!

2/2

[kickthecanplz]

[So surprised that he DROPS THE KNIFE WITH THE POINTY EDGE DOWN.

... which stabs itself into the floor, mere inches from Kasanoda's shoe. mere inches.]

... Haaaaaaaaa.

[exhales deeply in relief.]

[daddyhost]

[Lays his hands on Kasanoda's shoulders, smiling into his face despite the bloody noses they both sport now.]

None of my Hosts ever needs to repent to me, that's what makes us a family.

[kickthecanplz]

[Did not expect the king to be able to hit so hard. No sir.]

... You're not mad at me? How?