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"Is Sumi-chan gonna help serve guests Kyo-chan?", Honey asked, joining the conversation.
"I haven't asked Miss Shiraishi yet i'm afraid".
All eyes turn back to her, waiting for her answer.
Sighing, Sumire was pretty sure she can't say no.
"Well, it's not like I have anything to do, although I have conditions".
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It was a quiet night. Cold night air blew through Sumire's window, emphasizing the hollowness of the home. The walls seemed to gravitate towards the silence, coating the lone girl in much more loneliness.
Her room was a neatly sized room, with pages of poetry pinned up on the wall along with some posters from her favorite musicals, a desk that had small succulents lined up in a neat row but remained untouched, a few dusty picture frames decorated her bedside. Her shelves had some books, mostly fiction and binders that was thick with documents. A ukelele propped up at one of the bigger shelves, collecting dust.
Sumire sat in her bed with her laptop on her lap. She had visited the flower shop earlier after she and Haruhi parted ways but her grandmother told her to go home and focus on school.
Hence why she was now contacting her family business partners all the way in Bali to ship Balinese flowers and other available plants.
She wasn't sure how Kyoya knew how Tamaki would choose a Balinese theme but she figured he'd go indirectly cause it, he seems to be the type to do that.
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"And what may those conditions be?", Kyoya asked pulling up a notebook.
"No weird or revealing costumes", Sumire said, eyeing the twins who began to pout as she said it, "That's it really".
"I'll make sure of that", Kyoya noted.
"Yay! Sumi-chan is going to join us, isn't that great Takashi?"
"Hn"
On the side Haruhi was patting Tamaki's shoulder who was tearing up and mumbling something about a family growing.
Soon it was time to go and Haruhi and Sumire waved bye to the hosts who were waiting for their respective rides.
"Ne do you have plans today?", Haruhi asked Sumire as they walked.
"Kind of, just gonna drop by the shop as see how everything's doing".
"Aw, dad's been wondering how you been. He's been bugging me to invite you over for dinner"
"Oof, sorry. Maybe tomorrow? I'll bring snacks", Sumire offered.
"Wanna have a sleepover? It's friday tomorrow, no school the next day"
"Hell yeah"
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*Ding*
Sumire clicked her chat tab on her screen. She rarely had any people to chat, aside from Haruhi.
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The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction
Fanfiction***Updates every monday and friday gmt+8*** (8-24-21 -- ??) Sumire Shiraishi is the daughter of Japan's biggest flower and plant industry that sells and trades flowers and other plants locally and across the globe. A pretty shaky past but always h...