it was the THIRD music room. He clumsily swerved his way past a group of his schoolmate before skidding to a full stop, arriving at his

destination. He stood up straight, loosened his tie and pushed the grand doors open. Rumors flew around that there was...a *new* host.

[For Loviluv <3 I feel completely rusty so, apologies if it sucks ;w;]

Lovino let out an exasperated sigh, fidgeting with his yellow dress. Ever since that dickface of a Swiss bastard recruited him to the club,

he'd been swarmed with attention-- especially since he was the only 'girl' in the host club, and straight males now had the oppurtunity to

visit a host if they wished. Too bad they didn't know the Italian wasn't quite what they thought... He sighed, resting his head on the table

and pouting sulkily. At least he was enjoying a moment's silence for now.

He looked left and right, seeing everyone bustle about before someone slid behind him. Jumping in surprise, he turned to see who the girls

dub 'the dark prince.' Asking for directions to see the new host, the prince pointed him to a vacant table. Empty to all but...His eyes

gleamed. 'Hello there....Haruhi," he mentally snickered, making his way over.

His curl bobbed slightly and the teen looked up from the table to see a male with a shock of silver hair heading towards him. Fuck *no*. He

almost toyed with the idea of feigning illness or death, but figured that the president would be upset with him if he did something like

that. He gritted his teeth and prayed with little hope that the other was heading for someone else...

Grinning widely as he nears the table, he is completely oblivious to Haruhi's foul mood. "Hey! I'm Gil," he continues to grin as he slides

into the seat beside the brunette.

[[Do I really have to go by Haruhi? |D]]

[XP You don't have to]

[[;w; It's kinda awkward >w>]]

[XP then don't!]

He gave the other a sour look, lower lip jutting out in a pout, but he straightened his position and tried to pretend he cared. Keyword,

tried. "Lovi," he mumbled halfheartedly in response. He hated the nickname, but he couldn't really go by Lovino, and he would kill himself

before going by Lovina. Anything else would be too complicated for him to register as something he should respond to.

"So Lovi," he grinned, shifting in his seat so that he could place his elbow on the table. "I hear that you're the newest host. Any reason

why you wanted to join? Not that I'm complaining, of course." He slowly slid his eyes over the brunet's frame.

His eyes narrowed, but when he felt Vash shoot him a glare, he forced out a breath and tried to stay composed. "No reason..." The composure

even harder to keep, though, when the eyes scanned his frame as if he were a prime piece of meat. It made him both want to pull at the

hem of his skirt, and punch the German.

"Well whatever the reason, I'm sure everyone's glad." He grinned. "You look nice today," he commented, shifting his gaze to the Italian's

face.