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[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Allen is in the lobby, sitting on the ground near the entrance of the castle. He looks rather strange today, wearing a ridiculous spacey outfit with a bucket of pure silver roses next to him. Working for the Host Club for money can really suck sometimes]

[He keeps glancing at the door, to see if anyone is going to come by, and hoping to any molecule of luck that no one does. At the same time, he seems to be going through a pile of medical encyclopedias that are stacked up next to him. He reads a bit in one, before coming across a term that he doesn't recognize and switching to another one to look up that term - or in the dictionary that is also among the pile.]

Just a couple more hours of this should be good enough, right...?

[OOC: open post! Tags may be slow since I'm still very much on hiatus]

Comments

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

I see. Well...

You look absolutely ridiculous.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[a sigh]

I know. I tried to ask for a suit instead, but...he was insistent on this.

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

Are you supposed to be something?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Um...I think it's some sort of space thing...

But I've never seen anyone who has been to space dress like this.

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

Space. [Despite a plot or two, the concept is still kind of difficult for her to grasp. Space. Up there. Stars, moon... okay.]

And the point of the Host Club is to charm women, no?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

For some, but I'm okay with simply making people happy whomever they may be!

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you'll make people laugh, at the very least.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

...You don't mean that in a friendly sort of way, do you?

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. [BUT THAT SMILE SAYS SHE'S NOT SORRY AT ALL.]