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]

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.]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya smiles. He loves his life]

The shall we start playing?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Okay! But be prepared for imminent defeat! I won't be going so easy on you this time.

[idk who wins, the next tag may decide!]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[in this montage... Kyouya wins again. Of course. Because he is Kyouya.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[Tamaki hangs his head in defeat]

...eight whole weeks?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

It's less than two months.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

That's...

[and Tamaki stops short, actually taking a moment to consider this. A look of realization appears.]

[Tamaki's voice is low and the name is stretched out.]

...Kyouya.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[sucker]

Yes, Tamaki?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Eight weeks is almost exactly two months!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

'Almost exactly' is an idiotic use of language. It is less than two months by nearly a week.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Kyouya! You purposely misled me! I demand a do-over!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Tamaki, don't be childish.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

I'm not being childish. You're being devious!