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growinmushrooms[It's obvious Tamaki is making this post from a room in the Starscape Hotel - and equally obvious that it isn't his usual room. The massive canopied bed behind him, sprinkled with rose petals, and the heart-shaped jacuzzi in the corner of the room are pretty decent hints as to which room it is, too. As for Tamaki, the single-breasted black silk tailcoat, ruffled white shirt, and blood-red tie and cummerbund, not to mention the red rose in his lapel... they paint a suggestive picture.
He looks tired, nervous, and miserable.]
Ahahaha, what a wonderful place this is to spend my first few nights as a .... married.... man.
[The laugh is forced and the end of his sentence leads to an awkward silence and a trapped stare.]
Of course, this is just a recording for posterity, not 'an attempt at communication.' After all, this is our romantic weekend alone, just to ourselves, far away from... everyone... and I don't even have my phone along.
[He musters an effort, and sparkles weakly.]
The wedding was very beautiful! The reception took up the entire Champs du Mars, and -
[In the background there is the sound of a door opening, and Tamaki flinches and shuts off the camera.]
He looks tired, nervous, and miserable.]
Ahahaha, what a wonderful place this is to spend my first few nights as a .... married.... man.
[The laugh is forced and the end of his sentence leads to an awkward silence and a trapped stare.]
Of course, this is just a recording for posterity, not 'an attempt at communication.' After all, this is our romantic weekend alone, just to ourselves, far away from... everyone... and I don't even have my phone along.
[He musters an effort, and sparkles weakly.]
The wedding was very beautiful! The reception took up the entire Champs du Mars, and -
[In the background there is the sound of a door opening, and Tamaki flinches and shuts off the camera.]
