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(( Back, sorry for the delay, my time's been scant lately and been trying to give everyone attention. Unfortunately most of the hosts have been unavailable lately to play too — though at least Nekozawa-senpai (or more accurately, his sister) is around. Thanks, senpai! I've been hoping to catch the twins or the cousins on Skype lately, but to no avail. ))

"Maybe he would. Though I'd wait until he woke up," Kyouya noted, with a glance over at the daybed, where his senpai was peacefully asleep. Not that that warning was really entirely necessary ...

A splash of light glittered across his glasses as Beelzenef popped up just over Tamaki's shoulder, and he stifled a smile. "Ah, I believe we have an unexpected guest today."

Tamaki thought it best to take his friend's sage advice, after all he had heard stories of the sheer destructive power of an awakened Honey-Senpai. In that regard he was rather like an artist, it was better to allow him all the time he could ever want or need rather than interrupt him in the process of his craft, in this case sleeping, and end up with a mess on your hands.

"Oh an unexpected gues...." Tamaki's words were cut short as he glanced in the direction of Kyouya's glassed gaze. Tamaki nearly turned white at the sight of Belzenef, the curse doll, hanging over his shoulder. Although Tamaki and the rest of the host club were on excellent terms with Nekozawa he simply couldn't get used to that puppet. Glancing down, however, to see the youngest Nekozawa sibling Tamaki sighed in relief "Well hello there Kirimi." Tamaki said jovially, smiling at the little girl with one of his trademark grins. "How long have you been down there?"

He asked this as the doors swung open to reveal Haruhi, the subject of the argument he had been having mere minutes before.

Tamaki smiled as he waved Haruhi over to their rapidly growing group. He would speak with her soon, but for now a rather excitable blonde toddler was the center of his attention.

"Oh, so Belzenef speaks to you like he does your brother." He hoped that his ever constant smile was not faltering in the presence of the curse doll that the little girl found as an excellent playmate. He could not even begin to understand the transformation in the young girl since the host club's intervention on behalf of her brother. She had gone from hating all things dark and spooky to embracing them as her brother had. Maybe she did not embrace them quite so fully as he did, however the change was evident and he digressed.

He watched as the girl switched out her puppets to the one that she called Belzenella. He had to admit with relief that it was a bit more comforting that this one at least was less likely to be legitimately cursed as it was a gift for her from Renge. Then again, he thought with legitimate worry, from time to time their Miss Houshakuji seemed to carry more evil with her than Nekozawa could ever dream up. Especially in her cackle. Tamaki feared her laughter because in it there was something that was simply evil on a primal level.

Shaking off the thought he smiled down once more at the young blond. "What a lovely lady." Tamaki agreed in reference to the puppet. "It was so kind of Renge to make that for you."

Any irritation at the nickname was immediately replaced by one of those far-too-easy smiles of Kyouya's. He cheerfully answered Haruhi's mostly-rhetorical question. "Probably not. Shall I tell you anyway?" He nodded once at Nekozawa in greeting (he was never fazed by the Black Magic Club president), and continued lightly, "Tamaki is of the opinion that you aren't wearing enough dresses in the cosplays this particular trimester." Careful, careful, he reminded himself — skirt that particular gender issue, there are people who aren't privy to that secret here.

"I did point out to him that you were already scheduled for three appearances in gowns, and that no one else was cross-dressing as frequently as you were," boy, isn't that the truth! "at which point he suggested that we all cross-dress, using a French Regency theme," he noted matter-of-factly. "I suppose it's doable, though the expense seems rather lavish when added alongside several of the other cosplays we have planned."

He fell quiet momentarily, clearly weighing the options as to how best to monetize this particular little problem.

Tamaki tried not to show how effected he was by the sudden appearance of the black magic club's president, forcing himself to remember that Nekozawa was indeed a friend. However after his encounter moments ago with not one but two cursed dolls he was a bit less able to hide the fact that he was indeed creeped out. Of course he did not make it obvious, he was a prince and would never show fear openly (if of course he could help it), but rather waved in their friend and hoped that there would not be anymore shadowed surprises in the day.

Looking over to Kyoya Tamaki was not shocked to see him not only unaffected by the use of "Mommy" but also the arrival of Nekozawa. Tamaki swore from time to time that his friend had much more akin to the Black Magic club than he ever let on, he was of course the shadow king. He was about to chime in, adding to his friend's report of the discussion when he was pleasantly surprised by yet another arrival.

"Oui, la dentelle et les rubans! Ce sera magnifique!" [Yes, the lace and the ribbons! It will be magnificent!] Tamaki replied gleefully to the ever lovely and radiant Shiny as she entered the room. He could always count on her to bring in a little more of the European flair that he so adored introducing to the club. "I would simply adore to see some of your family's collection. After all nothing is more authentic than the actual thing!" He supposed that Kyoya would find a way to make money for the club off Tamaki's whims, as he always did, but this would be a great assistance to them in that regard.