Tokara

Welcome to the Host Club!

Heya, I'm really in a writing slump at the moment. I thought I'd let you know that I haven't abandoned this. I'll try to reply as soon as I can, but dunno when that will be. Just feeling very 'ugh,' toward all RPing at the moment. :(

@FernStone

Fates of Fighters

I seem to have really lost my drive for writing at the moment -sob-

So I thought I'd let you know instead of leaving you hanging. Not sure when I'll be up to it again. Could be tomorrow, could be a few days. :(

Fates of Fighters

All good, I know the feeling. :)

Welcome to the Host Club!

Tamaki snorted softly, dipping his head. It was slightly ungentlemanly - but he was a teenager, after all. However perfect he might be, he couldn't be that way the entire time. Opening the door for her, he then followed her through. The band was just finishing their second-last song, and he gently placed a hand around her waist. He smiled across at her reassuringly as the crowd parted for them.

Once again, he took his place near the centre of the dancers. There were some normal couples as well as Hosts, and he noted Kyoya's partner with a small amount of interest. That girl had been visiting the twins, he remembered. Now she was with Kyoya? Hm. Interesting. But there was a girl who was far more deserving of his attention. He moved into position, raising his hand to take hers. "Here we go."

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Hikaru's kindness had truly surprised Mimori. She hadn't thought that he'd ever do something so kind for her. It was... strange. She raised a hand to wave at Kaoru as he spoke to her. "Thanks, you too!" she called back to him, before turning toward Kyoya. He was a gentleman as much as any of the Hosts, in some ways even moreso. She slipped a hand around his arm, holding him gently. After all, she didn't know him that well.

"Thank you for dancing with me," she said as they came into position. "I really enjoy dancing, and I... appreciate it."

Black Flag ~ Chico and Sami

CHICO'S CRAPPY SHEET:

Username: Chicogal
Name: Alice Rohan
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Looks: Black wavy, messy hair to her waist, usually pulled back in a bun (at the insistence of her conservative father) or put into a wig. Alice has dark green eyes and mischievous arched eyebrows that have a penchant for wiggling suspiciously. Her governor of a father forces her to act ever the lady, in flowing dresses and red lipstick that contrasts with her pale skin.
Personality: Alice longs for a life different from the life she leads. She is not interested in marrying boys with powdered wigs and upturned noses, living the life of a content housewife. She dreams of fresh air and a wide horizon, a wild life, something so different from the one she leads.

Black Flag ~ Chico and Sami

~Chico and Sami~

Jack Sparrow x Chico's OC

Fates of Fighters

Amelie awoke early the next day, immediately rising out of bed to get dressed. As she pulled on a thick jumper, she couldn't help but think about her charge in the old barn. She'd had to leave him there, with a flask of water and a piece of bread. She hadn't dared to try to help him drink, as she'd been afraid of him choking in his unconsciousness. In any case, it was his leg, not his arm or neck. He would be able to feed himself if the pain didn't overtake his senses first. They didn't have any painkillers on the farm; if needed, they got them from their doctor.

She proceeded to milk their two last cows, the milk frothy and creamy. Her grandfather would process it later, into cream and milk, either for cheese or their own consumption. Then she checked their small hen coop for eggs, before heading back to the house. Her grandparents were only just awaking, her grandmother making tea and her grandfather suiting himself up for the long day ahead. The few animals they had left needed tending, and the buildings needed maintenance as well.

Amelie chatted animatedly as her grandmother made breakfast - a filling meal of oats with fresh milk and sugar and an egg. She ate as normally as possible, albeit a little quicker than normal and left behind the egg. She wanted to see how her German was doing. Once her grandparents had disappeared off to attend to their own duties, she once again took some food for him - a small chunk of bread, an apple from their tree, and the egg she hadn't eaten. Then she proceeded out to the barn, to feed Pierre and saddle him. She lead him out of the stable with a saddlebag holding the food, and swung up onto his huge, broad back. With a short farewell and a mention of a ride to her guardians, she cantered off down the path.

The brunette reached the barn quickly, and swiftly dismounted her calm steed. He whickered softly as she took the food out of his bags, and tied him to a post outside where he could graze. She walked inside with her heart in her mouth, hoping that he'd survived the night - and that he wouldn't attack her.

Welcome to the Host Club!

Tamaki rose from his place near the floor, grinning triumphantly. Perfect! Now he had a partner for his dance, and not just anyone. He offered her his arm, then started making his way back to the hall. "I don't need to make my mind up," he said joyfully. "I'm indecisive too!" He laughed at himself; it was kind of true. The bit about not being humble, too.

~~~

Mimori blinked as Hikaru headed off, very surprised by his action. That was unusually kind of him. She subconsciously hovered closer to Kaoru in the crowds, glancing up at him as he spoke. "I'd noticed," she replied, also slightly amused. As Kyoya arrived, she moved forward toward them with a backward glance and a smile at Kaoru. "Thank you for asking for me, Hikaru," she said, suddenly feeling shy - not toward her new partner, but toward Hikaru. Why had he done that?

Turning her attention to Kyoya, she was honoured as he held her hand and gave it a light kiss of greeting. "Hello, I'm-" "-Mimori, yes. I remember all of our guests," he said pleasantly.

((Do you want to take Kyoya or should I? I'd personally prefer you to, but I don't really mind if not x3))

Fates of Fighters

Yip, I'll get on that later!

Welcome to the Host Club!

Tamaki laughed too, seeing how his words fitted. "Of course - I am very special," he chuckled along too. Although, that wasn't so much of a joke. He really did hold a high opinion of himself, for the most part. He couldn't see why not. He was loyal, fun, clever, playful... Ah. The list could go on, but then he'd become all starry-eyed.

"You haven't guessed?" Twirling off the wall, he came to a standstill in front of her. Dropping to one knee, he dramatically took her hand between his and looked at her imploringly. "My lady, I am but a humble, lonely, undesirable man... Would you do me the honour of the final dance?" he asked, a twinkle in his bright eyes.

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Mimori shrugged, looking thoughtful; any one of them would be a good dance. Except for maybe Honey. Mori, with his tall stature and silent ways, might be elegant to dance with. Kyoya too, for slightly different reasons. "I think a dance with Mori or Kyoya would be lovely," she smiled. They were both neutral to her, in any case. Unlike Hikaru.

She swept her gaze around the room, and it landed on Mori - who was just asking a guest to dance with him. The guest squealed, just about jumping up and down with glee. The scene was heartwarming, if a little disappointing. But then she saw Kyoya, who was leaning against a pillar and scribbling something down in his black notebook. "Kyoya looks free..."

((I was thinking a dance with Kyoya could be interesting, as he could kind of notice the attraction and how she picked them apart.))