If you really must know, Tamaki, my socks are not, I repeat, are NOT missing.

So stay out of my house, Tamaki. I did not steal any of yours either.

Ah, so. The Bake Sale is this week. Friday. Many things are waiting to be done. I must make a list of guests, oraganize the bake sale itself, commercial it--although, words has most likely spread already--and...oh yes. Order baked goods. Among many other things I cannot possible write in here ( Read more... )

Two nights ago while onee-san was visiting, I was sitting in my room trying to do my homework when Fuyumi Onee-san walked in.

No knock, or anything. She never has. Not once in my sixteen years. NOT. ONCE.

"Kyouya," Onee-san said.

"Onee-san." I replied.

And without warning she started trying--trying--to organize my room. AGAIN ( Read more... )

Our income is low. Our expenses are skyrocketing.

I don't feel well.

Tamaki. Act your age and rank.