Such a shortie.
"It's really not that bad."
"You're just trying to make me feel better."
"No, no." Haruhi laughed. " You look fine."
Tamaki gave her a sheepish look, his eyes shining with embarrassment. His usually perfect blond locks of hair were disheveled and uneven. Their light golden color had faded into an unattractive color of light brown.
Tamaki had fallen asleep during host club, and the twins had been bored. They had taken a little trip to the store for some shears and temporary hair dye. Tamaki's new hair style was the result.
And Tamaki, of course, was overreacting.
"Don't even look at me, Haruhi. I'm hideous."
Haruhi coughed to cover up a laugh.
"No, no. It looks good. A nice messy, dirty blond look. It suits you. I might even like it better than your natural color." She lied. Tamaki smiled and ruffled his own hair.
"You know what Haruhi? You're right! New is good! New is great!" He yelled. He continued his mantra, skipping around the club room. Haruhi glanced around the enormous room, but the twins had evacuated. They didn't want to face her wrath.
Kyoya walked into the room and froze when he saw Tamaki.
"Excuse me. Tamaki, could you stop skipping for a moment?" Kyoya asked as he grabbed Tamaki's shoulders.
"What has happened to your head?"
"It's new! New it great!
"Tamaki-"
"Haruhi calls it the dirty look. Do you like it?"
Kyoya slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"How do I put this? Tamaki...you look like a male prostitute."
I am beyond tired.