A multiversal host club? Stranger things have happened.

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[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.

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Emil Castagnier: MOE～～～

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[ Emil sits on the fancy couch, leaning forward so as to tweak the things around on the table set in front of him. ]

Oh, these flowers aren't going to last much longer... I-I'll have to remember to tell Quatre later today. I won't forget! [ Resolute nod! ]

Riku: ✰ Debonaire ✰

[darkercalling]

[This is Riku, sitting in the bench-window with one leg propped up, twirling a rose between his fingers as he gazes outside.]

Aren & Chris: Tough Love Brothers ☢

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[ and happen to be sitting around one of the tables closer to the corner. Looks like Chris got into another fight again, and Aren's cleaning him up.]

[Aren rolls his eyes, continuing as before.]

[Pfft.]

[Shakes his head — he agrees, he's just never going to admit it.]

[doodlewitch.livejournal.com]

[Naminé appears in the doorway looking distressed and flushed. And also like she doesn't want to be here.]

Um...

the setup!

[darkercalling]

[Riku wanders into the room, about ten minutes late... as usual. But he's carrying at least two dozen roses.]

I picked these up for the tables. Or to hand out.