A multiversal host club? Stranger things have happened.

[heartofspace.livejournal.com]

[Another day, another hour of preparation. Quatre had always liked getting there early, especially when he got to see the other hosts before anyone arrived. It was different when it was only the five of them. Less... showy, less fake. Well, for some of them, anyway — he was pretty sure Aren and Chris didn't mind showing most of their normal personalities to the girls.

Besides the last time he was late, someone (he was very pointedly not asking who) had managed to completely ruin the tea and he simply wasn't standing for that.]

I think we're ready.

Comments

[slightlighter.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's not what I meant.

[relicblade.livejournal.com]

[Even a lineface like Aren can't hide how amused he is.]

Yeah? What, then?

[slightlighter.livejournal.com]

You don't have to be so rough about it.

[relicblade.livejournal.com]

I'm not.

[He finishes it off, cuts the bandage and tapes it together! He steps away, arms crossed, and just... looks at Chris. One of those, "What have we learned...?" expressions, even though Aren knows damn well Chris didn't learn a thing. :|]

[slightlighter.livejournal.com]

[Chris places a hand over the bandages momentarily, then slouches back in his seat.] Thanks.

[... yeah, he just kind of stares back.]