in the midst of a crowd going and coming

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya is trying to work, sitting on a couch near the ballroom.]

[Status report:

-Headphones: around the neck, chiming out performances by Martha Argerich, Idil Biret, and Arthur Rubinstein.
-Notebook: in hand, being written in.
-Pile of broken pens: rather large and to the left.
-Pen in hand: just now snapping under the pressure of his thumb.]

[Kyouya sighs and puts the broken pen in the pile.] Meritless. [It is a word that means the same to him as violent curses mean to others.]

[Blindly, he reaches out to the right for a new pen. He grabs nothing.]

[His eyes narrow on the empty space where new pens should be. From the look on his face, it would not be ridiculous to infer that every pen manufacturer in Japan will be exiled from the country if a new pen does not miraculously appear in his hands within the next minute.]

Comments

[hostclubmoekko.livejournal.com]

{Kyouya did you wake up too early today?}

Good morning, Kyouya-sama! You look radiant today!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a second longer than usual to put a smile on.] Thank you, Renge-kun. You do as well.

[hostclubmoekko.livejournal.com]

Oh, but Kyouya-sama, you mustn't overwork yourself... I baked some cookies, if you'd like one to refresh yourself.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Ah, no thank you. [He isn't sure if the quality of her cooking has improved--] It simply seems that these pens are not the quality I expected.

[He has decided it is much better to blame the pens than to acknowledge why he keeps breaking them.]

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{Robespierre was walking by, but seeing that death glare, he pauses}

... I can supply you with a quill, if you would like.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya blinks at Robespierre for a moment, breaking out of his murderous reverie, then smiles politely] That would work.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

A moment, monsieur.

{He drops off the Plane, but returns almost instantly with a quill and an ink well.}

Though, I ask that you do not treat it as your...others.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya examines them with some curiosity.] I see you are from France. What year, if I may ask?

[maturelildevil.livejournal.com]

[while that look doesn't strike fear into his heart the way a certain lolita-type's would, he still approaches with caution and offers him a pen]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya silently takes the pen from Kaoru, but this time, he doesn't even manage to make it to the paper before he snaps it. Clearly, pens just aren't what they used to be.]

[Kyouya looks Kaoru right in the eyes] How are you?

[maturelildevil.livejournal.com]

Wishing I brought more pens. [he drops from the Plane and returns with an entire box worth of pens, as well as his new little fox friend (http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t114/vampwrite/Reality%20Shifted%20Stuff/KaorusFox-flickrusertheseareonlywords.png) that's taking a ride in his hood.]

Here, these might last you five minutes, but maybe it'll help.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya sets them in a pile. He looks at the fox with cool interest.] From your egg. Have you named it?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[Tamaki comes to the Plane accompanied with the extra pandas (http://babyanimalz.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Panda+Twins+Born+Protection+Research+Centre+getty.jpg) that emerged from his and Kyouya's eggs. Antoinette is hot on his heels as well. Tamaki sets the pandas on the floor in front of Kyouya and sits down with them. He searches his pocket, pulling out his lucky pencil (http://i37.tinypic.com/16lfy55.jpg), offering it to Kyouya.]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya stares at the Kuma-chan eraser's face. In some ways, his face looks a lot like it. Then he hands it back to Tamaki and picks up one of the pandas - his.] I want a pen, not a pencil.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[Tamaki frowns, but then stands up and drops from the Plane, Antoinette following after him. His panda remains. He returns with pens of varying colours and styles, offering them to Kyouya. He sits back down on the ground next to his panda and Antoinette sits on his other side. All three of them stare up at Kyouya and his extra panda.] Will those work?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya takes them from him.] I should take them from you before you start making ridiculous suggestions. [He sets them down in a pile on his right-side.]

[The panda is still in his lap.]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Hey.

Your pen's broken.

[He felt this was important to state.]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya just looks at him coldly.] I'm not interested.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Holy shit that look.

Like all class clowns, it makes Axel kind of... freeze in place. HOLY SHIT MAN]

Well, something's bothering you. I've found a lot of problems can be solved by setting them on fire.

[flawless-genius.livejournal.com]

[Firesong takes in the broken pens and Kyouya's face with some amusement.] Having a bad day?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya offers Firesong a smile.] Merely concerned with something that may affect profits at the club.

[flawless-genius.livejournal.com]

[Firesong tires to peek at the notebook] It must be something that would do quiet a bit of damage if you are this concerned over it.

[virginaesthetic.livejournal.com]

[Haruhi is watching him, her lamb (http://www.isleofberneray.com/gallery/flora10/one-lamb.jpg) on a leash. It is mostly just biting at its leg. It has an itch, poor thing.

After a moment.] The supermarket usually has packs of pens buy one get one free.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

How many pens per pack?

[virginaesthetic.livejournal.com]

Ah, ten. They come in twenty packs, too, but it's cheaper because of the deal to buy two ten packs. They're disposable pens.