Ouran After High School Host Club(Read the Rules -.-)

[Zaphod Riker]

((It's alright, dearie :3))

[LadyGalleth]

(( So... Calmanda is my errand runner...Glace is the, um, salesperson/stock, and Amphere is the, um... ))

[Zaphod Riker]

((He's a waiter.))

[LadyGalleth]

(( Alright. I hear Glace is French? :3 Awesome! ))

[Zaphod Riker]

((Both Glacé and Calmanda, yes. I'm thinking of changing Calmanda's name as well...))

[LadyGalleth]

(( To? I'll reply now. :3 ))

[LadyGalleth]

"Ah, the couches, I believe, are appropriated for those who actually do their occupations and work vigorously, such as yourself, something I admire greatly. I am simply a futile runner who sometimes dozes off and reads the dictionary." Calmanda says. "Again, I happily declare that you can always leave the business within the caring confines of the salesman Glacé or the athlete Ampherre. Both are very responsible aside from what they do outside of the club. They seem to put this place first in their days, a very respectable trait that many so desire."

"I appreciate that." Kyoya nodded, turning his head tirelessly to her and yawning, stretching his arms out again and closing his eyes. "You all have done so much for me, Calmanda. You, your brother, Ampherre. Everyone has been such a good help. In fact, if it wasn't for you, I'm not sure if the Host Club could stand as a true business." He found himself smiling at Calmanda's comment about vigorous work. "Really? You admire me? Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

[Zaphod Riker]

((Sucre, means sugar, or I might make Sucre a new character all together))

Calmanda nods. "Yes, it is the truth that I admire you. You've even started an entire business about the club you had at your high school." She says. "Education facility dreams hardly ever become fruitful endeavors." She nods.

[LadyGalleth]

"True, my dear." Kyoya began, sitting back up and smiling. "But the Host Club wasn't solely my idea, you know. It was my friend's, Tamaki. He was the one who came up with the idea...I feel kind of bad making profit without his permission."

[Zaphod Riker]

"Oh, I am certain this knowledge has reached him. Did you not know about the e-mails?" Calmanda asks, tilting her head.

((I'll make Sucre a separate char. Going to work on her/their form))