31 Days Exchange - With Friends Like These
Title: With Friends Like These
Day/Theme: 28th March 2011; fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Character/Pairing: Haruhi, Hikaru, Kaoru; Tamaki/Haruhi
Rating: G
"What if we added lace?"
"No, no, it wouldn't match the overall look. See, it would clash with the damask here-"
"It's not like we can't change that, you know."
"To what? We've been over this; considering her frame and such, it'd be best to use something like charmeuse. Unless you're suggesting..."
This... was turning out to be a bad idea.
"Look, if we added a strip of crepe going from here to here on both sides, it'd solve the problem."
"And create another. We both know it doesn't work that way."
A very bad idea.
It had started off so innocently. She'd been discussing the arrangements with Tamaki and they'd stumbled upon the idea that it would be nice to ask the Hitachiin twins to help with the gown. What harm could come of it, Tamaki had said and she'd agreed.
How very wrong that had turned out to be.
Haruhi watched and listened with fascinated horror as the ensuing conversation between Hikaru and Kaoru descended into even more alien territory. There were mentions of trimmings and tafetta and... why were they saying things in French?!
"Uhm, guys..." she spoke up weakly, catching their attention, "it's just a dress."
They stared at her as if she'd declared that she was going to shave her head and take up monkhood. "Haruhi, Haruhi," Hikaru admonished her like she was a five-year-old, "it's not just any dress. It's your wedding dress. And you asked us."
"That's right," Kaoru affirmed. "You're going to wear it on that one day that you'll remember for the rest of your life. The least we can do is give you that one nice thing to reminisce about in the future since we all know King is going to mess something up anyway."
Elsewhere, Tamaki sneezed.
"So," Hikaru declared as he clapped his hands for good measure, "have you at least settled on a colour?"
"Can't we just go with white?" the poor girl implored desperately.
At that, the twins' gazes bore down on her with the force of a sledgehammer. "Which shade?"
Haruhi wondered how long it would take for her to claw her way through the marble floor.
Day/Theme: 28th March 2011; fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Character/Pairing: Haruhi, Hikaru, Kaoru; Tamaki/Haruhi
Rating: G
"What if we added lace?"
"No, no, it wouldn't match the overall look. See, it would clash with the damask here-"
"It's not like we can't change that, you know."
"To what? We've been over this; considering her frame and such, it'd be best to use something like charmeuse. Unless you're suggesting..."
This... was turning out to be a bad idea.
"Look, if we added a strip of crepe going from here to here on both sides, it'd solve the problem."
"And create another. We both know it doesn't work that way."
A very bad idea.
It had started off so innocently. She'd been discussing the arrangements with Tamaki and they'd stumbled upon the idea that it would be nice to ask the Hitachiin twins to help with the gown. What harm could come of it, Tamaki had said and she'd agreed.
How very wrong that had turned out to be.
Haruhi watched and listened with fascinated horror as the ensuing conversation between Hikaru and Kaoru descended into even more alien territory. There were mentions of trimmings and tafetta and... why were they saying things in French?!
"Uhm, guys..." she spoke up weakly, catching their attention, "it's just a dress."
They stared at her as if she'd declared that she was going to shave her head and take up monkhood. "Haruhi, Haruhi," Hikaru admonished her like she was a five-year-old, "it's not just any dress. It's your wedding dress. And you asked us."
"That's right," Kaoru affirmed. "You're going to wear it on that one day that you'll remember for the rest of your life. The least we can do is give you that one nice thing to reminisce about in the future since we all know King is going to mess something up anyway."
Elsewhere, Tamaki sneezed.
"So," Hikaru declared as he clapped his hands for good measure, "have you at least settled on a colour?"
"Can't we just go with white?" the poor girl implored desperately.
At that, the twins' gazes bore down on her with the force of a sledgehammer. "Which shade?"
Haruhi wondered how long it would take for her to claw her way through the marble floor.