hikaruorkaoru | First Pattern ; action, written

[action for one:]

[It's a very nice day, isn't it, Luceti?

Anyone who happens to be up by the cherry blossom tree hill might notice that there's someone asleep under the largest tree. He looks quite content, laid out in the grass with the green leaves giving him shade.

But, well, his clothes might tell a different story. Looks like there's another New Feather in town, and he's not going to be happy when he wakes up.]

[action:]

Cheap. Cheap. Hideous. Cheap.

[Hikaru Hitachiin is focusing all his attention on the clothes in front of him. Lots and lots of clothes and nothing he likes.

Of course, it's probably not really the clothes. It's his way of trying to process everything. Of being kidnapped, of having wings, of not having Kaoru, of being away from his club, of trying to deal with everything. The clothes are still awful, though.

Hikaru gives a frustrated groan as he throws a fourth shirt on the ground.]

All of these clothes are crap!

[written:]

[It's gotten late at night, and Hikaru's abandoned his search of the village for the guys. So, instead, he's sitting with his journal. Which is supposed to communicate with everyone, so.

Might as well try.]

Kaoru? Are you here? Answer me if you are.

Haruhi? Boss? Kyouya-senpai? Mori-senapi? Honey-senpai?

Anybody?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Hm...in that case, please allow me to rephrase my previous statement: "It has a restless atmosphere, for both the audience that gets to see such unique fashion and attend the lavish parties, and for the designers that contend with the stress of making sure their outfits have the perfect combination of style and beauty. That way, the end result may have a satisfying taste for everyone involved." [How's that?]

First Pattern ; action, written

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