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.]

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[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.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya adjusts his glasses, hiding the Demon Lord behind the shine of them.] Unfortunately, that won't work for this.

[...which implies that he would consider it if it did.]

i lost this tag because i FAIL

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Awww. That's no fun.

[Axel pulls a bear claw out of nowhere and eats it in front of Kyouya, because he's a fatty. MMMMMM COMMONER FOOD...]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[what sort of sick bastard eats a bear claw OH THAT'S WHAT YOU MEAN]

[After seeing Honey eat, it's hard to be disturbed.]

But perhaps I can try later.

[Because he really does feel like setting someone on fire.]

Forgive me. I haven't introduced myself, have I? Kyouya Ootori.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[ROFL]

Mmph, mphm.

[He swallows his bite of pastry and offers the non sticky hand out to Kyouya. With a flashy smile that could light something on fire.]

Axel. Nice to meetcha.

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[Axel is reminding Kyouya strongly of a description Kaoru once gave him. He shakes Axel's hand.] It's a pleasure. Professional pyromaniac?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha... looks like my reputation preceded me. [He grins, shakes the proffered hand once, and lets go.] I'm actually an expert with fire magic. But before that, there were the fireworks. And all the chemicals in the school lab. And that bar of magnesium I got in the beach campfire kit.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

I think I have some friends you may get along with. [But now it sounds even more like the description Kaoru gave Kyouya.] Although, you wouldn't happen to know someone named 'Roxas,' would you?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel tilts his head, asshole grin disappearing.] Yeah, he's my best friend.

Did something happen to him?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

No, I apologize if my words implied that. Rather, one of my friends mentioned him to me, and he also mentioned that Roxas had an acquaintance that seemed to match your description.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Oh. Then yeah, that's me~

You don't have to pretend you only heard good things.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

I didn't hear much at all, except that you're a fire magic specialist who enjoys his work a great deal. I have already gathered that much for myself.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

That much is true. I have lots of hidden talents, but I'm the kinda guy who keeps his cards close 'til the end.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Then I'll have to remember not to play poker with you.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

But gambling can be fun.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Doubtless. But I like to be more sure of my investments.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

And just what do you invest in?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[with a brief laugh] Doujinshi and photoalbums, mainly.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[His eyebrows jump.]

You don't look like the artistic type.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Really? Well, you're right. I merely give those who are the support they need to go into production.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

... Huh.

And why are you interested in me, exactly? It's not like I have 'hero' on my résumé.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Your name came up in conversation, that's all. [There's an almost calculated level of insincerity in his expression.]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Oh reeeaaaally? [He leaaaaaans closer, as if trying to read Kyouya's eyes. Being tall is awesome.]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Really. [And, so slow it must be deliberate, Kyouya adjusts his glasses until there's nothing but the shine of them.]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel straightens back up.]

If you say so~

[The tilde is almost audible.]