"That bracelet really suits you, Kyoya. The necklace, too."
[Private Reply to Tamaki Suoh]
Where did you find this? I do not even have a copy of this. I have never seen this before; though, that clearly is me or a very clever Photoshop of me.
Please tell me that this is not another one of the numerous things I still remain unaware of from my twenty-first birthday.
You and whoever else was responsible for this will pay.
[Private Reply to Kyoya Ootori]
Christopher would be the better one to ask about the details of this. Besides, I already paid for the bracelet! D:
I recently discovered a penchant for 1920s slang. Then I remembered something from Ouran. Tamaki refers to himself as Haruhi’s “daddy”. In 1920s slang a “daddy” was a rich, older boyfriend. Knowing this gives me TamaHaru feels and a desire for 1920s AU Ouran High School fanfic.
Helloooooo…. Yes yes…
I need about 10 dozen roses. Yes this is important. Yes.
Yes exactly yes. And please make sure the card says “Looooove Haruhi Fujioka.”
- Blacklist Drunk!Kyoya to avoid these -
"Aw, what’s this? Flowers? How lovely!! But— who could have sent them? One of my admirers no doubt~"
To My Senpai
Looooooooove Haruhi Fujioka
"Oh my! Haruhi!! What a kind daughter you are to send Daddy roses!!"
“Kyooooya!! Haruhi send me flowersssss!! Can you believe it? Me?! Flowers!! From Haruhi!! I must be such a positive influence on her life for her to present me with such an act of kindness! This is the best day of my life! You should see them!! I’ll be right over!!”
Haruhi sent you roses?
My, that is certainly out of character, but I suppose there’s always a first time for everything….
Wait a second, Tamaki… Roses of that caliber couldn’t possibly cost less than 50,000¥. There’s no way Haruhi could afford them herself.
"Curiouser and curiouser…."
"Haruhi bought me EXPENSIVE roses?! She must have had help! But who could have—?”
"You don’t think it was—"
“YAKUZA?! HARUHI MADE A DEAL WITH YAKUZA!! NO! THIS IS BAD!! THIS IS VERY BAD!!”
Cue a dreamy sigh
"Mass murder.. Fancy tuna.. Comfy sweaters.."
The first phrase that he heard his precious little girl mutter caused a great concern in his heart, but the following phrases made him question what he thought he had heard prior. Surely not. Not Haruhi. Not his Haruhi.
He simply continued to watch from his perched position on the couch. Totally not obvious at all.
"Do you promise to just stop there, princess? It’s dangerous to over-indulge in sweets."