❝ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐙𝐄𝐋 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓- ❞
∘◦ ♡ ༉━━━ We all have been told this tale ever since we were little - the story of a brave prince who rescued a girl imprisoned in a tower by an evil sorceress. Many think of thi...
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With her digital pencil tapping absently on her tablet, Miki was off in her world, daydreaming once again. She was staring with blank eyes at the host club taking care of their customers, and naturally, as their set designer, she had to be present for touch-ups and measurements when needed.
It has been a week since the host officially appointed her as their production designer, more like she was blackmailed into the job, but it wasn't like she minded very much. She has already determined to do her best for the host club as a temporary member, so what's the difference between that and being an official one?
Her designated space was across from Kyoya, and by the entrance, where she could chat with the customers who do decide to strike up a conversation with the designer to input their suggestions for the next set and costume theme.
"HIKARU! KAORU!" Tamaki's explosive voice of anger pulled her out of her daydream as she blinked back into reality. "I let you have control of the club's homepage on the condition that you would take it seriously!" He stood in front of the two, practically scowling as he clutched a white laptop in hand.
"And we are taking it seriously..." Hikaru opened his hand in a snobbish manner.
"...We were up until dawn working on it last night." Kaoru finished, swaying his hands in the air.
