I hid in the shadows the moonlight ♛ of a chilly night illuminated

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya appears with his laptop on the Plane, so he has good reason to be surprised when there is SNOW around him]

...what?

[Wrapping his laptop up in his blazer, he looks around. First instinct? Someone brought a snow machine. To the Plane at large, and so whoever may be responsible, even if it is Lapis and Lazuli]

I don't think that this is an advisable idea.

[A sigh. He pulls off his glasses to clear up the fog]

Comments

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

It's not nonsense, it's all sense!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

I see. You live in an inverted dream universe.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

It might be a dream universe, but it's an accurately depicted one!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

You can't depict a lie accurately.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

A dream universe doesn't have to be a lie!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Delusions can't be accurate either, idiot.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Dreams don't always have to be delusions!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Yours invariably are.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

My dreams always find a basis in reality eventually!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

That's not how it works, idiot.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Reality is supposed to inspire dreams. Dreams aren't supposed to twist reality.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

But that's not right. Dreams can always shape reality.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

That's right, Tamaki. It's... it doesn't matter.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

What doesn't matter?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Spare me the inquisition, Tamaki. We're distracted from the point.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

It's not an inquisition.

[sigh and then smiles]

But I guess you're right. [laughs] I can't even remember the point, what was it again?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

We were agreeing what to bet on in this game of chess.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. A weekend trip to Tokyo was my prize, and your prize was...

[he's hoping Kyouya might have forgotten. He doesn't want to be left out of Haruhi prize competitions. That is cruel and unusual]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

That you will not be able to participate in competitions for Haruhi prizes... for two months.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

But two months is so long. Can't it just be a week?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Two months.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Kyou-yaaaa.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Fine.

Eight weeks.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[pouts some more but then finally nods]

I guess that's acceptable.

[tonight before he goes to bed, Tamaki will stop to think about the deal he just made, and in a moment of outrage and horror, he will realize he agreed to the two months he was so dead set against in the first place.

Kyouya will probably be receiving a late night call, which Tamaki may regret very much in the morning.]