❝ 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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And so, merely a few days after the sports festival, the doors to the host club opened to the sights and sound of Scotland. Each of the hosts was dressed up in warm highland dresses with blazers and plaid kilts, completed by the bagpipe they held. The picture looked seemed unbalanced; however, as it seemed like they were missing someone. A certain blond that sulked in the corner behind the change room curtains curled up like a pillbug.
"Marvelous!" Tsubaki clapped. "A bagpipe troupe! The tartan kilts suit you all so well!"
"Oh?" Sora tilted her head, eyes wandering around the Scottish-themed room. "Where is Tamaki-sama? Is he not greeting today?"
"Ah! Don't go there!" The twin immediately broke into chuckles. "Today is not a good day for milord, the more he tries, the more ridiculous he looks!" They jeered, slapping their knees in their fits of laughter. "He can only say things like, 'let's join together in the sumo wrestling ring of love!' or, 'our love will need no referee!' That's about the only things he's up for today!" They told the girls who listened with rounded eyes, a little curious to see what exactly they meant.
"Are you two quite finished making fun of my misery yet?" Trembling with a mixture of both anger and embarrassment, Tamaki gathered the courage to step out into the clubroom, throwing the change room curtain behind him in a dramatic fashion, unveiling his mostly naked body only covered by a dangling piece of thin white cloth that covered his private area. "In any case, this is not a sumo mawashi - it's a fundoshi. Apologize to the sumo wrestlers!" He declared.
