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[knowlogram]

[Come talk to or shout at your lovely IOU Counselor. His door is always open, unless someone else is already inside.]

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[takoyakiandclams]

[When Tamaki opens the office, it's like he doesn't know where to look at. He never thought he'd be coming to Hubert -- he's an accomplice of the masterminds, talking to him is useless. Even when Hubert was out there flossing in front of TVs or leaving food, he refused to approach.

Now after something that shook Tamaki to his core, here he is, with one request that's neither easy nor convenient:]

Can I get a new room?

[As if the school has plenty of rooms available for any downtrodden teenager to camp at. He'll have to get over it sooner or later, but tonight? Tonight he's deep into the mire of grief]

[knowlogram]

Oh. Hm.

[Hubert pauses, his lips moving almost imperceptibly and silently, eyes briefly making a few REM twitches, if Tamaki is paying attention.]

...Not on a permanent basis, sorry.

[takoyakiandclams]

[He saw that response coming, but somehow it disappoints him]

...I thought so.

[Looks like he forcibly will have to get over it -- in time for a murder case to happen, hah!]

I guess I'll have to get used to being there. I don't want to ask someone else to share a room, not when it's likely they also will die.

[And that's partly Hubert's fault, fact he's very well aware of. That's why some anger does seep into the last few words]

But you did consider it even if it was for a moment. I should thank you for that.

[Tamaki bows, not enough to be completely sincere, but at least it's polite]

[knowlogram]

You're welcome..?

[This. Is not a situation he is in anyway prepared for. Middle School Survival Guide, why have you betrayed him?]

Would it, um. Help if Ivar's stuff was moved, or would that make it worse?