Tama -- [wait] Scaryface-senpaiiiiii! [she hasn't noticed any strange looks she might be recieving; she's too busy giggling happily and trying to stay on her feet.]
"-- keep telling you, it's too extravagant for me."
"Haha, Tamaki-senpai's probably going to buy you something better anyway! Just leave a message, Haruhi, it's yours~!"
"Fine, fine.
Ah, this is the cell phone of Haruhi Fujioka. I'm afraid I can't answer the phone right now, so if you leave your name and number, I'll call you back when I can. Thank you."
"... That's it? So boring, Haruhi!"
"I'm not trying to entertain you both, why should it bother you?! Don't give this to me and then complain, it-- [BEEEEEEEP.]"
[capabilities]
text ✄ voice ✄ image ✄ .midi music
{aim} ✄ ihu senpai
[ooc; state what kind of message you're leaving in the subject line! (eg. text, voice, etc.) if you want to try and get a conversation with her, put CALL in the subject line and she might be able to pick up~ ♥ AIM is authentic and IM-able, e-mail is not!]
Everyone seems pretty convinced already, so I should be home soon. I'll stay until Karen-chan thinks it's well enough set up for me to leave, but I won't tell Tamaki-senpai that. He'll probably freak out on me again.
I wonder if anything has happened while I was gone. And how much Kyoya-senpai is going to add to my debt for this.
So, uh. I'll see you in a week. You too, Honey-senpai, Mori-senpai and Tamaki-senpai. Setsuna-san, too, I guess. Sorry that I won't be there to help with hosting.
[ooc; yeah, so. haruhi is karen's boyfriend for the week.]
... I really can't think of anything that's important enough to post about. I'm sorry for being gone for so long; I've been studying, and the Host Club took up the rest of my time, so I just haven't been able to check the community recently.
Uhm. ... Oh! I'm 17, now. My birthday was the other week, on the 4th. It wasn't anything big, and I didn't really want an extravagant party anyway, so I was happy with it. Dad's going to look for a good driving teacher since he doesn't have the time to take me driving.
How has everyone been while I was gone? I hope there weren't too many viruses and catastrophes.
Ah, and Hikaru too, if he reads this.
... Yeah, I saw that post you made to your journal about it, but after seeing everything you and Tamaki-senpai said, I didn't want to get dragged into it. So I didn't comment.
It's more accurate than that Tarot Card one, I guess.
skadjsakdjka ow. ... My broken arm is better? The cast is gone, at least. But it's really stiff and kind of hurts to move. Huh. Once it's better, I'll be ambidextrious.
I got rid of all my dresses and skirts, and I sold them, so I got a little money out of it. Dad, though, went and bought more. I won't bother trying to throw away the wig; I don't think we can afford to buy another one.
At least everyone's back to normal now.
... Right?
Haruhi sat in her futon cupboard, curled up into a tight ball and crying. She had her hands clamped over her ears, but it still wasn't enough to block out the storm. Silently, she wondered when Tamaki was going to come--however, she was distracted from those thoughts when another rumbling clap of thunder echoed through her house.
She hugged her legs to herself and hiccoughed, wishing either of her parents were here.
... Happy Mother's Day everyone?
[private | hackable]
... I know I already said it to her, but I want to say it in my journal and keep it here for some reason.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I love you.
Dad's not coming home until tomorrow morning.
I--I'd better take the spare futon out of the cupboard, or else it'll be really cramped.
I've never been to a ball outside of the Host Club. It'll be interesting, I guess.
... Since it's not at school, I don't have to wear a suit this time--I can wear girls clothes if I like. Dad wants me to wear a dress. But I'm not wearing the wig again, it's too much trouble. And there's really no point in it.
No matter what I wear, this cast will look out of place. Especially with all the hearts Hikaru and Kaoru have drawn on it.
My cast is completely covered in writing. I can barely read Tamaki-senpai's name on it anymore. It's got hearts all over it from Kaoru, Hikaru and all the girls.
Speaking of, Kaoru and Hikaru insisted on helping me all day. They didn't even let me eat lunch by myself--every time I tried to take the chopsticks back, one of them would just put a piece of sushi in my mouth.
The girls were really nice to me during Host Club time, though. They helped me carry everything I needed to carry. And Casanova bought me a bouquet of roses. Kaoru tried to burn them, but I got them home safe enough.
I can't wait until my wrist is healed.
Haruhi stood in her small, cramped kitchen, waiting for the kettle to whistle. She leant back against the counter and listened for the sound of the doorbell. Why had she agreed to let him come over again? At least she'd convinced her Dad to go to work instead of staying home with her...
A thought occured and she groaned out loud. Oh God, I hope he doesn't come in a fancy car again.
Everyone waking up tied to each other... Is this one of those 'viruses' Hermione-chan was talking about? I didn't think things like that were possible. I really can't see how it could have happened over the internet.
