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GarthNixZozo
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Original poster
The twins relaxed slightly as a majority of their fans left them to either delicately sip on freshly made tea that was imported straight from some rural mountaintop fields, or munch on sweetened danishes as they mingled with other girls and host club members. They still remained in character, of course, but their shoulders seem to relax some in comparison to when they were entertaining customers. Upon spotting Tamaki emerge from the dressing room, they tensed slightly but continued to feign overall innocence, and it was at that very moment that a knock was heard at the door, revealing a very lost looking man who held a silver trolley with plastic wrapped garments that were hung by a metal bar. The twins looked at each other and grinned. New staff. They pushed themselves from their couch with ease, strolling over to the man. He flinched upon spotting his young masters, bowing low, red in the face. "The correct costume that you ordered," he gushed hurriedly, standing straight again.
"You're of our new staff, aren't you?" Hikaru drawled, a mischievous glint coming to his eyes. "Jonathan, was it, straight from the United Kingdom? Been here for some six years already with your wife and six, no, seven children? Forty-five years old..." he continued to go from asking questions about the man, to simply stating facts that poor Jonathan couldn't even remember putting on his resume. In fact, he was starting to look quite pale all of a sudden.
Kaoru, on the other hand, was humming to himself, a small smile of amusement at the man's discomfort apparent as he pulled the dry cleaned clothes from the rack and draped them over his forearm. Reassured that his brother was enjoying himself, he left the company and approached Tamaki. "Boss, there you are!" he said brightly, proffering the garments. "The King's costume." He purposely stressed 'King' for emphasis that this outfit was meant for him, and was not another mistake.
"You're of our new staff, aren't you?" Hikaru drawled, a mischievous glint coming to his eyes. "Jonathan, was it, straight from the United Kingdom? Been here for some six years already with your wife and six, no, seven children? Forty-five years old..." he continued to go from asking questions about the man, to simply stating facts that poor Jonathan couldn't even remember putting on his resume. In fact, he was starting to look quite pale all of a sudden.
Kaoru, on the other hand, was humming to himself, a small smile of amusement at the man's discomfort apparent as he pulled the dry cleaned clothes from the rack and draped them over his forearm. Reassured that his brother was enjoying himself, he left the company and approached Tamaki. "Boss, there you are!" he said brightly, proffering the garments. "The King's costume." He purposely stressed 'King' for emphasis that this outfit was meant for him, and was not another mistake.