[Hope that shirt isn't dry-clean only, Tamaki. Haruhi is crouched next to the small flowerbed, and has just flung a clod of dirt right at you in frustration.]
[He comes forwards to put his hands on her shoulders, chest feeling oddly tight. She really had been worried about him, like that time... at the beach with her...
His expression is serious for once as he looks down into her face, not quite sure why the sight of her so affected was making his heart pang so violently.]
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Have another clod of dirt, Tamaki.]
Were you not going to tell me that you almost died, senpai?
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...D...ied?
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This was supposed to have been a calm, civil conversation.
Haruhi isn't going to let herself contemplate why she might be so angry over it.]
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Did she mean... Arthas?]
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SHE CARED!
SHE CARED HE HAD BEEN HURT AND WAS SAD ABOUT IT! Oh, happy day, he could sing to the heavens about it~!]
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It was nothing; a mere act of heroism for the princesses of the castle.
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Have another clod of dirt, aimed right at your face.]
Risking yourself for people like that is stupid!
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H-Haruhi!
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[ANGRY.]
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[He comes forwards to put his hands on her shoulders, chest feeling oddly tight. She really had been worried about him, like that time... at the beach with her...
His expression is serious for once as he looks down into her face, not quite sure why the sight of her so affected was making his heart pang so violently.]
...I'm sorry for worrying you.
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