Honey

wewe giggled as wewe walked over to Honey’s house. Today was his birthday, and wewe wanted to give him a couple of things to onyesha him wewe liked him. ((You got advice on what to give him from your older sister, who was “the expert” on everything, especially romance.)) Walking up to the front door, your Ballet kujaa crunching in the February snow, wewe knocked on it, careful not to drop the cupcake wewe were carrying.
Waiting for someone to open the door, wewe looked at your appearance through the doorknob. wewe were wearing a baby blue dress with ballet kujaa with a white trench kanzu, koti covering...

I was originally introduced to host club threw Marafiki as many are. i gave it a try ( i watched the first episode) and low and behold. i thought it was awesome. the idea of doing a manga/anime about a host club isent exactly organelle in its self. But this is certainly a organelle anime/manga. what makes it that way. is of course the wide range of weirdo characters we have on the anime. including our very own Haruh. with twinsest, a silent bad boy, a cool intelligent person, the boy Lolita, a very abnormal heroine and of course the prince they make up a anime/manga that has shabiki girls squealing...

“Dad! Don’t make me go!” I said. “I don’t want to go to Ouran! Rene calls me everyday, telling me this and that, and he’ll probably bug me with that stupid host club thing!” I argued more.

“The host club is pretty popular. And I want wewe to go to the same school as your older brother, because its in your best education interest. Therefore, wewe will leave tomorrow, to live at the sekunde mansion with your brother. As for I, will stay at the main Mansion, with your grandmother. And kwa the way: Call him Tamaki, he doesn‘t like being called his real name.” My father said.

I moaned....