Dayshift 22; First Shift; Sun Room

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As always, Tamaki woke up in his bed. He didn't know how he got there, but he woke up still in the clutches of fear he last remembered from the night. The fight in the hallway, Ed and Adel, the thing...

He was out of bed immediately, determined to make sure his friends were alright. He listened to the man on the intercom, not liking the idea of some big surprise. He didn't imagine any surprises could be good. And he hoped his friends felt the same way...

When his nurse came to get him, he chose the Sun Room instead of the chapel. He wanted no part of whatever was going to happen. He only hoped that Ed and Adel had the same idea....

They probably didn't. Agitated and worried, Tamaki paced along the window, hands behind his back, and waited.

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"I guess where you come from is really different from where I come from, then." That wasn't entirely true. Sora originally came from Destiny Islands, which was as mundane and boring as it could get. For a long while, that had been enough. In fact, home had been perfect.

It still was, he reminded himself. He'd wanted to go back there so badly... Though not necessarily for the clear water and soft sand. It was the people who were there, the friends he cherished, who made home home.

Now some of his friends were here, but... it wasn't the same. This place could never be home. No, he wouldn't allow himself to get used to the routine. They had to get out, and get back to paopu fruit and sunshine.

Listening to what Tamaki said about his other friends, he shrugged. "That doesn't sound so weird to me." Oh, the stories he could tell... Those twins would probably be in tears with laughter if he started going into a lot of detail about his role as Keyblade Master.

"I think it's a good idea that everyone learns how to fight," he said, looking to all four of the other boys seriously. "Though you probably already know how important that is." They would if they'd been through a nightshift, anyway.

He smiled wistfully and glanced away. "Even if you start by using wooden swords..."

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Honey nodded. It might actually be fun, a little, to show everyone what he could do, but he remembered the warning he'd been given, not to let the world see what he was really capable of. It would be too dangerous. After a moment, he smiled his usual cheerful smile. "I'd be glad to teach you! I know we're having our Host Club meeting later, but maybe after that?"

The intercom announcement interrupted the conversation abruptly. Honey listened to the part about the speech, but it sounded a bit boring, and he had the bad habit of falling asleep on Takashi when they had to listen to speeches back at school. He supposed he really should start listening to them one of these days.

The food part? Now that sounded okay, even if it was commoner food. Honey didn't mind that - there were strawberries. AND strawberry cake. Two of his favorite things.

He didn't protest as a nurse came over and began to move him towards the cafeteria - after all, his stomach had been grumbling, and the thought of cake was too tempting to resist. As he was being led away, he called out, "Bye, Sora-chan! Bye, Tama-chan! Bye, Hika-chan and Kao-chan! I'll see you all later."

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Kaoru looked up, towards the President. "He looks... better."
Had they made any difference at all? Tamaki would have. Somehow.

And suddenly Tamaki was happy again. What had done it? Why had he changed suddenly, from thinking they were emotionally retarded bullies to thinking they were all just back to normal?

There was a new surprise for him when he realised he didn't care much about what had changed Tamaki's opinion. But it still went against his pride to have the insult just washed away like that.
He looked at Hikaru.

"I'm pretty good with a torch," he muttered, smiling a little.

He was almost pleased the Nurse came to break up the party. Tamaki had left him confused and all this talk of fighting... he was almost taking it seriously.