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piratejournal2014-06-18 12:09 pm
hostclubshadowking) wrote in piratejournal2014-06-18 12:09 pm
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[Somehow, Kyouya knew.
The moment he woke up at ten AM and had been allowed to sleep that wrong, he knew something was wrong. There was nothing special about the day, no reason his sleep schedule should have been undisturbed.
Still, he spent the morning waiting for Tamaki to come waltzing back home. Back to the ship, rather.
Hikaru was absent as well.
For most of the day, he tried to ignore the growing knot in his stomach. By evening, it was undeniable. They weren't coming back.
He still waited up all night, standing on the deck with a golden retriever at his feet. It remained just he and Haruhi on the ship.
The following day, he fully accepted the truth and got to work. clothes and personal items for he and Haruhi were packed into a chest each.
Everything else, he sold. The kotatsu, the clothes, the fabric, the ship itself. The profits were divided equally between he and Haruhi.
After that, there were only two points of business.]
I regret to inform everyone that the Royal Host Club is currently closed. There are currently no plans to reopen.
[His voice never falters. It remains calm and professional.]
For those who do not know me, my name is Kyouya Otori. I and [he pauses, considers, and chooses his words] a friend, Haruhi Fujioka, need to join a crew.
We also bring a golden retriever.
Neither of us are combatants, and we would prefer to avoid conflict with the Navy as much as possible.
Haruhi is a capable cook, and I am a competent one. I am also extremely qualified to manage expenses and budgets. I also have decent medical knowledge.
Thank you.
The moment he woke up at ten AM and had been allowed to sleep that wrong, he knew something was wrong. There was nothing special about the day, no reason his sleep schedule should have been undisturbed.
Still, he spent the morning waiting for Tamaki to come waltzing back home. Back to the ship, rather.
Hikaru was absent as well.
For most of the day, he tried to ignore the growing knot in his stomach. By evening, it was undeniable. They weren't coming back.
He still waited up all night, standing on the deck with a golden retriever at his feet. It remained just he and Haruhi on the ship.
The following day, he fully accepted the truth and got to work. clothes and personal items for he and Haruhi were packed into a chest each.
Everything else, he sold. The kotatsu, the clothes, the fabric, the ship itself. The profits were divided equally between he and Haruhi.
After that, there were only two points of business.]
I regret to inform everyone that the Royal Host Club is currently closed. There are currently no plans to reopen.
[His voice never falters. It remains calm and professional.]
For those who do not know me, my name is Kyouya Otori. I and [he pauses, considers, and chooses his words] a friend, Haruhi Fujioka, need to join a crew.
We also bring a golden retriever.
Neither of us are combatants, and we would prefer to avoid conflict with the Navy as much as possible.
Haruhi is a capable cook, and I am a competent one. I am also extremely qualified to manage expenses and budgets. I also have decent medical knowledge.
Thank you.