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[unfortunatescholar]

Ah, a beautiful day in Tokyo! Not a single cloud in the sky, cicadas chirping along happily to the songs sang by bluebirds.

Too bad it doesn't matter because Haruhi Fujioka stands alone in Music Room #3, gleefully sweeping to the sound of Absolute Silence, because her senpais left her alone! Finally! She may even bounce a little in her steps, but nobody has evidence that would stand in a court of law and that's all that matters.

Haruhi stops in her Fresh Dance Sweep Routine when she hears the door crack open just so, and takes the few seconds to straighten her own uniform out.

"Hello." She greets the stranger just hidden by the door, "the Host Club hasn't opened yet, but you're free to relax until your Host comes back."

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[claimhsolais]

[Okay, now Soma's smile definitely turns awkward.] "Er, no. You... definitely were not supposed to see that. But, uh, well, it's not the first time that something like this happens so honestly I guess all we can do is roll with it?"

[I mean, Hammer isn't the best example to make when he's, like, in his thirties, and in the fucking military, but. Soma takes a sip of coffee. He thinks of Mina, instead. Yeah, that's more like it. And it's fine, right? Surely there's no problem if at least one person knows? What's the worst that can happen?

Well, whatever. That can wait until later, so he decides to answer her other question first. It's nice, that she's worried about him, but it's also kinda funny given he's--well.] "Don't worry about me, Haruhi. I'm fine. I deal with this stuff a lot." [A lot being since like, last year, but. She doesn't have to know that.] "The general public doesn't really know this stuff goes down but, uh, I guess all I can offer to you is that it's more under control than you'd think."

[unfortunatescholar]

Haruhi nods slowly when Soma finished answering her questions and decides to push away her nervousness - it's obvious that Soma is feeling awkward, and she's not gonna make it worse. The sun's still pouring out from the glass doors of the classroom, and the clock chiming away in the afternoon peace. It's weird that this is when she's talking to a monster hunter about the creatures of the night, but she supposes talking to a monster hunter at all is weird. Intriguing, but weird.

"It's cool to think there is an underground group of monster hunters. It reminds me of some books I've read," she observes, tapping her chin with her finger. "So, are the myths real? As in, do vampires exist? Werewolves?"

Haruhi takes a moment to look at her coffee again, before glancing at Soma with a grin, "you don't suck up ghosts with a special vacuum, right?"

[claimhsolais]

[Soma actually giggles. Well, at least her spirits seem lifted. That's a good sign.] "You know what? Yeah. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts--they're all real. They just also, for all the dangers that come with them, seem to like their privacy. Well, most of them."

[He tries to take a sip of coffee and ends up making a face at Haruhi when she asks about the vacuums, scoffing and setting a hand on his chest in mock offense.] "Excuse me! We are not the ghost hunters, thank you very much."

[unfortunatescholar]

Haruhi giggles at his reaction, quite entertained by Soma's mock offense. "If all of those monsters exist, I'm not surprised one of them was in Ouran. In fact, I'm surprised we haven't had a ghost or two in here considering how old this building is." She pauses, putting a finger to her chin. "In fact, I would be it would be the ghost of some rich kid's grandpa. Old money lives in this school."

Which brings her to... the broken vase. A mumbled "damn rich people," escapes her as she imagines the several thousand yen she owes to the Host Club being added to. Haruhi takes a sip of her coffee as she gives Soma a deadpan stare.

"Do monsters always pick the most inconvenient places to show up?"