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]

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.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Kyouya.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Tamaki.

[Now he's having fun.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Kyouya.

[what a jerk! Tamaki is on the verge of going into flail mode.]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Ta~maki.

[That was indeed sing-song. He is having quite a lot of fun.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[GAH! KYOUYA, YOU SUCK!]

Kyouya!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Beautiful princess will not find ridiculous red-faced men attractive. Tamaki.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

I'm not ridiculous or red-faced! [he inches away, turning his back on Kyouya] Mommy is so mean.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

And Daddy is a clownish idiot.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

I'm not clownish.

[Tamaki buries his head further in his knees, with Antoinette coming over and fretting over him]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

You are missing only the nose.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he feels his nose, and then turns to face Kyouya]

Who are some people?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Does it really matter?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[mumbles under his breath] No one tells anyone anything anymore.

[his sulking is cut short however, as Antoinette knocks him over, forcing Tamaki to release Kyouya's panda, who makes its escape. Antoinette tackles Tamaki, attacking him the only way Antoinette knows how to attack: with puppy affection.]

Antoinette! Halt! Antoinette! [he flails a bit under her, and then somehow makes his escape, much like Kyouya's panda. Antoinette follows close behind, but doesn't pounce again. He takes a seat on the sofa next to Kyouya, Tamaki's panda still listening to Kyouya's headphones and sitting in between the two. Tamaki picks up one of Kyouya's broken pens and plays with it] I guess you're right. If you say it doesn't matter, then it doesn't matter. [he looks up at Kyouya] But if it did matter, you would tell me, right?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

I promised, didn't I? [Kyouya helps his panda up onto the couch to sit beside him, away from the headphone-listening panda and the equally tackle-prone blond.]