Don't get sick.

None of you four can compare.

[ooc: It's what he's proud of! :D]

It's such a pretty day!

I woke up and there was a big bowl of miso and rice and natto next to my bed. Mi~tsu~ku~ni, you know I hate that stuff! Couldn't you have made cake? Chocolate, or vanilla and strawberry, or, oh! How about Christmas Cake? That's my favorite! Mitsukuni, can we have Christmas cake?

Tamaki, Tamaki, don't you want to go out and have a Host Club picnic on such a nice day?

I hope everyone has a good day today!

( Now cut ICly! )

The City can decide.

[ooc: Hitachiin bro photomanip skillz are a go~! (Fanart used w/o permission or, to my shame, even knowledge of the original artist. orz)]

[There's a sound, like wood getting sawed, and then a hammer, and then more sawing.

It's interspersed with the sound of nails clinking together, then more wood, then the sound of a text message beeping.

More hammering.]

Finished.

[ooc: Barricading of the door is complete.]

Ah.

Mistukuni.

Where are you?