Ranka yawned, having not gotten much sleep the night before, but, well, he needed to try to be normal for once and so was up and about, roaming the streets at a time he typically would have slept. This didn’t seem to put him in any sort of bad humor, however, still seeming somewhat his cheerful self aside from the occasional yawn. If he didn’t watch himself, however, he might just fall asleep out here! Though…at least he wasn’t too far from home if that did happen…

As it was, it took him a long long moment to realize that he was being spoken to, but once he did, well…

"Oh, you’re in Koishikawa!" He grinned, turning to face the young woman. "Part of Bunkyō. Anywhere in particular you’re trying to get to?"

As the woman turned to her, she realized something. This was a man. But no matter. Who was she to judge what other people did? She used to beat people up with steel poles. Now she just did it with iron but that was beside the point.

Hearing that she was in Bunkyo, just south of Kita, she let out a small groan. Her senpai lived in norther Kita and that was too far of a distance to walk. "Aah..I was trying to get to Kita to go and visit an old friend. But I fell asleep on the train and now I don't have any money to get home." She mentioned, looking around for a clock. "And now the last trained have stopped. Fuck." She hissed. Letting out a sigh, she bowed to the man. 'Thanks for your help." She turned around and went to leave, mumbling something about finding a park or something to sleep in.

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"Ara, that does sound bad from the last time…" Saki was aware of how messy Arisa’s father could be. Still, it amazes her to see how Arisa manages to cope with cleaning the house and at the same time work. "…Perhaps it’s best for me to visit your father. I’ll thoroughly explain to him the meaning of keeping one’s home clean." Saki smiled, sending off minor electric waves around. 

Arisa turned her head and stared at her friend with her brown eyes. "No offense, Hana, but if I can't do anything to scare him straight, I don't think you'll make a difference." She spoke, spotting a bench nearby. Making a sharp turn, she headed that way and plopped herself down with a small huff. "It's just so aggravating how that man can't even properly take care of himself when I go away. He spent all the money I left him on booze!" She groaned, running her fingers through her bangs.

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               ❝Well  hello  there,  my dear.  Is this your                   first   visit   to   the   Ouran   host   club?❞

She was severely lost. But soon found her way to a massive building. She assumed it was someone's mansion. Lucky for her, there were no guards. Entering the third floor music room, she was greeted by soft music playing in the background and a man. He had black hair and glasses and was quite handsome. Hearing him speak, she gave him a look. "I'm not 'your dear'. And what do you mean by host club? What kind of mansion has a host club inside? Those things are usually in the city."

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