[007] [voice/commentlog]

[kingfanboy]

Brilliant! Yes, and just in time -- even sickness and explosions cannot deter such gentlemen!

[he clears his throat]

Ladies and gentlemen! DISCEDO'S GLORIOUS HOST CLUB ROOM HAS BEEN COMPLETED!

[there's a short, thoughtful pauseAnd now, the final step. Hikaru, Kaoru, the paint! Mori-senpai, take that table inside! You there! Yes, yes, you! We

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[a_naked_flame]

You all sound like a bunch of male hookers to me.

Can't be a bad gig, considering most of the broads here are damn good lookers.

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[kingfanboy]

...A bunch of...

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[kingfanboy]

...

[3/4 sorry 8|]

[kingfanboy]

......

[raisedtozero]

That means we can come over, right?

[kingfanboy]

Everyone is welcome to visit the Host Club when it opens!!

[raisedtozero]

You could probably pass for a girl, if you wore a dress.

[one_is_hikaru]

He has! ♥

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[glassesgleam]

[Kyouya was standing by the door. In one hand, he held both his communicator and a small pad of paper. In the other was a pen. He observed the music room - it was coming together better than he had expected. Using the hand holding the pen, he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose before turning to Tamaki to make a comment.]

It's not Ouran's music room, but I suppose it will suffice.

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[kingfanboy]

[Tamaki had just shoved a paintbrush into someone's hand -- yes, this was all going so well! He practically danced around the room, walking on air: it was hard to tell how he had the energy to be so, well, energetic, when there was still an edge of hoarseness to his voice from the gas... But oh, how could anyone not be excited with such a feeling in the air! He paused in his giving directions to beam at Kyouya.]

Yes -- and to this room we can add that we created it with our own hands! We built ourselves into these walls -- this truly is our room.

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[glassesgleam]

[When Tamaki got this excited, Kyouya often didn't know whether to laugh or roll his eyes. Ultimately, he went with the latter. He was tired, even though he'd barely touched any of the physical labor. Just being around Tamaki was tiring sometimes.]

Mmmhm.

[He looked down at the communicator for a moment before placing it in his pocket and focusing momentarily on the notepad.]

Ours, save for that "band" that wants to continue using it. I'm looking into a good form of payment to relocate them permanently so we don't have to be disturbed by such... penuriousness.

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[kingfanboy]

[He practically stopped mid-spin at the mention of the band.]

...The band...

[He was quiet for one thoughtful moment, chin held between thumb and forefinger.]

...Can we find them another room?

[big_kitty]

Host Club?

[kingfanboy]

The prestigious, honored, and tremendously popular club that was formed at Ouran High School, that has recently been transplanted here with all its members.

[big_kitty]

All of its members? It's lovely you all get to be together! It's a rarity around here, it seems~.

Though, I'm still unsure of what a Host Club is, exactly!

[kingfanboy]

Of course! I suppose the ones who brought us here saw our value as a whole!

The Host Club is a place for us to entertain the people of the city in need of a little refinement~

[choosewhich]

SIR YES SIR.

[kingfanboy]

Very good! We'll have to make this an extra-dramatic transformation! The perfect makeover!

[choosewhich]

I'm bored already.

[kingfanboy]

B-bored?!