Log; Ongoing

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When; Saturday evening
Rating; PG, probably nothing more
Characters; Motoko kendogrl, Kyoya megane_maou, and any other host club members who wish to join ^_^
Summary; Kyoya has invited Motoko over primarily to discuss the new group that's going to be formed.
Log;
Motoko walked nervously up to Kyoya's door. She had changed out of her normal training uniform and put on her school uniform, thinking it would be a little more socially acceptable. She timidly knocked on the door and stepped back, adjusting her skirt. She still wasn't completely comfortable in them, even though she had worn them for years. She just felt more comfortable in pants.

What worried her most is that she just didn't know what to expect. Kyoya himself seemed nice enough, one of the most polite and straightforward people she had met in the town so far. He almost reminded her of herself a little, which seemed rare for the world she was from. She was also a little worried about the acquaintances he had mentioned. Would they be more like him, or more like some of the scum she had noticed about the town? It seemed to have an even mix of both, and if he was anything like her he wouldn't associate himself with the other type.

[ooc: yeah, I know I'm mixing up her appearance to different times in the series XD]

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It might have appeared to be strange, that one with no fighting abilities nor special powers of any kind would volunteer his services. However, in his mind, by allying himself with a force which sought to protect the people of the city, Kyoya and the rest of the Ouran Host Club could improve their probability of staying safe. In a place where monsters roamed freely, where all things illogical and fantastic were all too real, he and his comrades were more defenseless than he would like to admit.

Miss Motoko seemed well-mannered enough. Her demeanor hearkened to the nostalgia of a Japan long-forgotten in the modern age. What the Host Club had trained to imitate at parties on numerous occasions was innate for this young woman.

He had just finished setting the last teacup on its respective saucer when he heard a soft knock at the door. He strode noiselessly over and opened it in one fluid motion, greeting the young lady on the other side with a casual smile.

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Motoko immediately bowed, mostly because that was how she had been raised, but partly to hide the fact that she was blushing. She found him to be very attractive, something she had never really felt before. He seemed to be very traditional and polite. Motoko had never met a man like this before. She hoped that maybe he would sweep her off her feet...

No! Now was not the time for another one of her trashy romance novels. She had come to do business with Kyoya and his associates. She felt her face return to normal and stood. It surprised her to find that they were exactly the same height. Could this be fate? Maybe she had just been around that pathetic excuse for a man too much and wasn't used to the real world.

For a second everything overwhelmed her and took her breath away. She tried to talk, and finally managed a quick, "thank you very much for having me in your house." She bowed quickly again.

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[ooc: the rest of the host club doesn't want to join us? =(]