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Brown eyes widened at the request he read, his eyebrows furrowed in sudden realization.

“W-Wait…No… NO WAY!!! NO WAY IN HELL-”

~*POOF*~

It happened all at once for him, not only did his stature change, he felt himself grow some in the slightest, his once loved shorts and vest now gone in place of fancy black trousers, a white undershirt with a tie, and a blue over coat with the Host Club’s symbol on it. Even his hair was neatly combed and out of curls and knots. The now 17 year old boy looked curiously down at himself, turning every which way to see the changes made to him, a light blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Oh… this is… quite odd” He mumbled to himself, tugging on the hem of the sleeves on his over coat.

((I leveled up his age because there is a certain age group that the Host Club is in, the youngest they had was that elementary school kid but even then he wasn’t an official member. I can’t find face claims, so I am just going to let words do the business. If you want a face claim… you will get Haruhi XD ))

Though he felt sympathy for the fact that he called him an idiot, and he even knew himself that he wouldn’t want to be called that, just a small amount of him was still annoyed, deciding to lower his vocabulary on the conversation. “…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. But still, no we don’t do that…” Attempting to lighten the mood, he smirked at the other. “At least not with our quests”

With a slight chuckle, her averted his eyes from the other. “Well, I mean that’s most of it, raising money with fanservice is rather easy. But we just try our best to make other happy in a way of getting to know them, talking to them or having lunch or tea with them. The more requests we get, the more money we raise” He explained, a small smile on his features.

“Whats considered a guest?” He asked with a grin, more interested in the club as well as flustering the other, he knew just the way. “I mean, would I be considered a guest?” He questioned setting his right hand on his hip shifting his weight to the other foot smirking at the male.
“I mean don’t get me wrong, getting to know servicemen, and tea is great, but you’ve struck my interest.”