Hey, it's Nightingale here. We're doing this thing that we're asking our readers questions every chapter now. So yeah. Its only because we want to hear from our lovely readers. Question of the day :
Who's your favorite OC? Raven, Mali, Isaac, or laurel?
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*Laurel's POV*
What the hell? What. the. hell?! Who are these very young, very attractive guys. If I knew that humans were this attractive, their souls won't be the only thing I would be eating.
"Ladies, it seems that you have stumbled onto us." The blonde one, with sparkly violet eyes spoke.
"We're sorry." I slowly let out, still not believing this was happening. "Hi."
"It's quite all right ladies, welcome! We take all girls, no matter what shape or size." He added. "So what's your type?"
"Go long!" I heard a German accent yell.
"I got it, I got it, I got it." Antonio repeated backing into this room. "Oh hi Laurel!" A football flew into the room, hitting Antonio in the face. Antonio bumped into a stand, holding a bust of a lady. The bust tipped over and smashed all over the ground.
The shards flew everywhere. One was about to reach my eye, but someone caught it. I looked to see one of the hosts. He had raven black hair, and glasses. His eyes were like night. Not those pitch black nights, the ones that are illuminated by the moon.
Before I was lost in a trance, I, along with my girl friends, rushed to Antonio's side. He repetitively flicked his eyes, staring all around the room.
"Antonio, are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
"Laurel, I didn't know you had a twin sister." Antonio replied.
"I'll take that as a no." Mali added in.
"Dude are you okay?" I heard a familiar German accent hollered. Gilbert and Francis ran to his side, and I face palmed. Of course my idiotic, clumsy, amazing boyfriend had to be part of this.
"Does this belong to one of you?" The one with glasses spoke, holding up the football. Gilbert stood up, ready to claim it. Until he saw the mess, and shuffled Francis forward. "I'll take that as yes." He said passing the ball to Gilbert.
Francis picked Antonio up off his knees, who was still seeing stars. The one with glasses looked unamused. He rolled his eyes, and pulled out a notebook. He began writing things down as we all stood there in silence.
"To start where we left off." The blonde broke the awkward silence. "What's your type? Takashi Morinozuka, also known as the strong silent type. But that's a mouthful, so we call him Mori." He gestured towards the tall, raven haired man, with a slight grin, barely noticeable.
"The natural type? This is Haruhi Fujioka." He continued down the list going to the boy with brown, short hair, and charming same colored eyes.
"Honey, short for Mitsukuni Haninozuka, is the loli-shounen type." He pointed towards the short golden haired boy, with a stuffed bunny in his arms. He looked like he couldn't have been older than nine.
"The cool type is Kyoya Ootori." He gestured to the guy writing in his notebook.
"Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, the little devils type." To the two twins holding hands. They both had strawberry blonde hair, and the exact same hair cut, except it was separated on different sides. Mali's eyes went wide when she saw they were holding hands, and she grinned shyly.
"Or, are you into the prince type." The blonde kissed my hand. "Tamaki Suoh, at your service."
Gilbert grabbed my arm and pulled me away. "She's into the awesome type!"
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