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I want to apologize for my behavior at the beginning of the month. I was...well. It doesn't matter. [No, she doesn't want to go into details.] I can see I wasn't the only one.

That doesn't make me feel much better.

Anyway, I'm...normal again, so where can I help? [Being useful will make her feel better. Maybe? SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANYMORE.] Is everyone alright?

[Private to Tamaki.]

I can't catch your dog. [Meaning she can't get her clothes back.] It might be a lost cause, but it would be nice if I could put my clothes where they belong.

[i.e. in her closet or on her back.]

And...as for...some of things I said...

Forget it. Forget all of it.

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What do you mean by "normal"? I have heard different variation since my arrival.

Normal as in…myself? It's hard to explain.

Would you rather not?

No, I can try. When I was cursed, I was more…emotional. I'm not usually like that.

Emotional in what manner?

Happy...? Too happy. And quick to react to things that wouldn't usually bother me.

Was the experience truly unsettling?

[For his part, Kyouya seeks Haruhi out. There's been something distinctly wrong on the ship since he returned. A lingering atmosphere he can't put a name to. And who better to explain things than someone he can trust not to exaggerate or lie?

When he finds her, he's bearing two cups of tea, already prepared, and sets the tray down on the first available flat surface.]

What happened at the beginning of the month?

[Without a journal and locked away with people he didn't know to begin with, his own observations were almost impossible.]

[The sudden appearance of Kyouya takes her by surprise. She blinks up at him, a sheet of paper resting on the table in front of her. She is preparing meal ideas - if only to stay busy. However, when she sees the tea, she relaxes a little and murmurs her gratitude.]

Some of us were cursed. We acted…the opposite of normal. [She is certain some part of her brain was missing for those days.] I was…very cheerful…and Tamaki was…

Grumpy. [Yes, that's the word for it.] We got into a stupid fight and chased one another on the ship.

[Kyouya pours the tea, sweetens his just a bit, then sits down with the cup across from her.

To say he's tired would be generous. He's still exhausted. It's been nearly a week, but there's been no real time to rest. The ship has needed him, and the ever-ready Straw Hats wanted to go immediately, as planned, to Candy Island.

So they're part of that search.]

I assume things haven't been completely settled since then.

[There's more to it than just the childishness. She heaves a big sigh and lowers her voice, afraid someone else will overhear what she says and run with it.]

I think we talked about marriage? [No, she knows they did.] I told him we should date first and ahhh…

[It's time to burrow into a hole and die, right?]

I meant it metaphorically.

[Marriage. Date first.]

Ah, I see.

[This place had a habit, he found, of making issues come to the surface. Kyouya's expression doesn't change, his voice doesn't alter. There's nothing but calm understanding tinged with curiosity in it.]

Are you sure?

I'm asking only because, well, you and Tamaki share an inability, sometimes, to recognize your own feelings. And to really understand the feelings of those around you.

[Mostly the former with hints of the latter for Tamaki, mostly the latter with hints of the former for Haruhi.]

Perhaps it is something you should consider, even if it was a "curse" of this place that brought it up.

[This is his role. This is what is expected of him. He'll play it faithfully. It's for the best.]

[It's clear she doesn't expect him to support the idea. Her and Tamaki? Really? Sure, he's handsome and even charming sometimes, but how can they even…work? Won't his craziness drive her crazy? Won't her bluntness hurt him?

She hurts him on nearly a daily basis - though he does recover quickly.

But he shouldn't be with someone who hurts him. ~~Is she considering this seriously?~~]

I never thought about it. [Part of her was just enjoying the chaos of the Host Club. She never considered…that.] It surprised me when he said me being a commoner didn't matter. I thought he would want to marry someone…

[She doesn't need to finish that thought. Her head hurts.]

Out of all of us, Tamaki is the one to whom status matters the least. He was willing, after all, to bring a commoner into our club.

[It isn't an insult, but it's a point of reference. The rest of them had been fully content with Haruhi as an errand boy, if they'd even have asked that at all.]

He didn't include any of us for our status. That's what it looks like, of course. That he simply chose from the top families. But he didn't.

[It's calmly said, but it's all praise. Re-enforcing the idea of what Haruhi needs to realize. That her birth? Isn't going to influence what Tamaki thinks of her.]

He chose the students at Ouran with nowhere else to go.

Even you. Perhaps especially you.

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