a rose wilts in the garden! [Did it hurt? When you fell from Heaven? Tamaki is confronted with this question in reverse and he's struggling for an answer. Everyone else is happily gathering and having a grand old time but he can't help but feel... listless! Sad, dare he say! Does Haruhi miss him? Will the host club be permanently disbanded now that its star host is... dead? Will Haruhi cry at his funeral in her perfectly beautiful black dress and veil before going home to her widow's perch? God, he can't bear the thought!]
[Rather than take a seat amongst the festivities (and God does he want to take a seat amongst the festivities!), Tamaki strolls around the garden in search of a place to rest and gain his bearings. What's a better place for a rose to weep if not amongst its kind? If you're walking around the gardens, you'll see an angel looking pathetically sad, his halo crooked and little white wings curled around his shoulders.]
the host is humbled! [That guy who was sulking in the corner before is now timidly appraising the pies. Now, the differences between a high-class event spread and a commoner buffet are minimal to the untrained eye, but Tamaki recognizes these subtleties with ease. Just to be sure, however, he tries to get the attention of passersby--]
Excuse me-- where are the servers? I'd like someone to provide me with a slice of this... [No one is reacting? Huh??] ...pie... please...
[The lack of response is proof enough... it seems to be a... (gulp) buffet table... You'd expect Heaven to be a bit finer but it's only polite to participate in the traditions of your host! That doesn't mean he isn't making a face as he serves himself a slice of humble pie. Is his halo a little off-kilter from the nervous shaking as he holds a forkful in front of his face.]
It could be anything... But... angels wouldn't serve anything less than ambrosia, right?
[Tamaki, brave man that he is, takes a bite of the pie. It's absolutely delicious and he displays his pleasure very transparently-- pressing his hand to his cheek as little transparent roses metaphorically dance around him. Truly this is a blessed day and nothing can go wrong!!]
SMS SOS! hello? hello?? this is tamaki!!! i need an escort to the city!!! i want to see its offerings!! (PLEADING EYES EMOJI)
a wildcard appears! [ooc; i'm down for literally anything go wild, get crazy with it! or you can talk with me over on plurk about it liveralone]
tamaki suoh ✧ ouran high school host club ✧ heaven-bound
[Did it hurt? When you fell from Heaven? Tamaki is confronted with this question in reverse and he's struggling for an answer. Everyone else is happily gathering and having a grand old time but he can't help but feel... listless! Sad, dare he say! Does Haruhi miss him? Will the host club be permanently disbanded now that its star host is... dead? Will Haruhi cry at his funeral in her perfectly beautiful black dress and veil before going home to her widow's perch? God, he can't bear the thought!]
[Rather than take a seat amongst the festivities (and God does he want to take a seat amongst the festivities!), Tamaki strolls around the garden in search of a place to rest and gain his bearings. What's a better place for a rose to weep if not amongst its kind? If you're walking around the gardens, you'll see an angel looking pathetically sad, his halo crooked and little white wings curled around his shoulders.]
the host is humbled!
[That guy who was sulking in the corner before is now timidly appraising the pies. Now, the differences between a high-class event spread and a commoner buffet are minimal to the untrained eye, but Tamaki recognizes these subtleties with ease. Just to be sure, however, he tries to get the attention of passersby--]
Excuse me-- where are the servers? I'd like someone to provide me with a slice of this... [No one is reacting? Huh??] ...pie... please...
[The lack of response is proof enough... it seems to be a... (gulp) buffet table... You'd expect Heaven to be a bit finer but it's only polite to participate in the traditions of your host! That doesn't mean he isn't making a face as he serves himself a slice of humble pie. Is his halo a little off-kilter from the nervous shaking as he holds a forkful in front of his face.]
It could be anything... But... angels wouldn't serve anything less than ambrosia, right?
[Tamaki, brave man that he is, takes a bite of the pie. It's absolutely delicious and he displays his pleasure very transparently-- pressing his hand to his cheek as little transparent roses metaphorically dance around him. Truly this is a blessed day and nothing can go wrong!!]
SMS SOS!
hello? hello??
this is tamaki!!!
i need an escort to the city!!!
i want to see its offerings!!
(PLEADING EYES EMOJI)
a wildcard appears!
[ooc; i'm down for literally anything go wild, get crazy with it! or you can talk with me over on plurk about it