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

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

And I take it you'll suggest we take our food and drink from the kitchen.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course! It's like you can read my mind! [Or it's like Tamaki is just going to accept Kyouya's ideas as his own.] You can't, can you?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya adjusts his glasses to make them shine eerily in the starlight. Let's leave that question for Tamaki to answer.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[Tamaki nuzzles into Kyouya's panda's head again, mostly for security and to hide from that face. Kyouya is scary. Antoinette cowers behind Tamaki and nuzzles into Tamaki's shoulder to hide from Kyouya as well. Tamaki's panda for his part is obliviously listening to Kyouya's headphones.]

[Tamaki's eyes travel to the pile of broken pens.]

I can write out the plans for you. The quality of pens doesn't seem to be very high lately.

I guess you'll just have to expand your ambitions to pen manufacturing as well.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[It is slightly bizarre to be surrounded by this many fuzzy things. Also, there is no rescuing Kyouya's poor panda ever.] I don't want your ugly handwriting in my notebook.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[The panda is dooooomed as Tamaki burrows into the panda's head again.]

My handwriting is flawless.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

It's a mess. You may not write in my notebook.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

That can't be true. Princesses always say that they yearn to receive notes from me. That clearly means my handwriting is beyond compare.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

I would not use them to judge what has merit.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Because they like you. That shows obvious bad taste.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Then you have bad taste?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Did I ever say I liked you, Idiot King?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

You don't?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

How could I like someone as foolish and selfish as you?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he frowns at that, thoughtful for a moment]

Do you think it's a bad idea for us to have the Tanabata Festival here?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Designations might be difficult.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Probably.

We can just have the festival without hosting. That might be for the best.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

I agree. There are some people I may ask to assist us if any commotions occur.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

It would be better if Honey-sempai and Mori-sempai were here, too.

[a beat]

What people?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Some people. [he may be behaving vaguely just to tease Tamaki, yes.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[such a troll, Kyouya]

[Tamaki for his part whines Kyouya's name in that way only Tamaki can]

Kyoooouya.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya replies in perfect staccato.] Tamaki.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

What people?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

People.