Host King's Nineteenth Court
Days filled with freezing cold nightmares of a blade cutting into him, and happier dreams of Haruhi proclaiming his bravery and swooning at his feet. He liked that dream... a lot...
But now he was awake, still pale and bed-bound, but sitting up with his journal on his lap. Anyone watching would notice a small tremble to his hands, before he exhaled and pasted a smile on his face. He could be frightened, he could be depressed... BUT THE PRINCESSES NEEDED HIM! What good was saving them, if their saviour was not around to receive their grateful adoration?]
Princesses of Paradisa! Helpless residents who had been living in fear! I am ready to receive your visits at the clinic, please form an orderly line~
I realize it may be intimidating to meet your hero, especially one as handsome and awesome as I, but you have nothing to fear.
[Filter: Hosts] Alas! I cannot be there to unveil the theme for our club meeting next week, but if you will converge by a hero's bedside then I will reveal it in description so vivid you will be transported there in your minds~
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[ooc: Open. Tamaki is still pretty weak, but he's at least conscious.]