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

[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.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[Tamaki looks sheepish and guilty] I know. It was a foolish question.

[he goes back to playing with Kyouya's broken pens, and then looks up at Kyouya again] Do you think Kaoru will want to do the Tanabata Festival? Maybe we can ask him if there's something else he'd rather do.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

I don't very much feel like giving Kaoru a choice.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

I don't want him to leave again.

[he pauses, and then picks his own bear up and puts it on his lap so he can scoot over and take the spot beside Kyouya. He tries to get a look at his notes]

We should have ootoro for Haruhi. I'll pay for it myself, since you don't want to use club resources. Maybe some traditional Japanese cuisine, too, since it's a traditional Japanese festival. Something spicy.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

You don't need to find something to appease me. But I'd be happy to let you take the full costs of this event.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[blinks, confused]

It's not to appease you. I just want everyone to have fun again.

[but then he smiles easily]

But of course, it would be my pleasure to pay for everything. In fact, you should just relax and leave all the planning to me!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

That would not let me relax.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

What would let you relax?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya genuinely considers this. As a rule, he doesn't bother relaxing, so it's hard to think of something that would actually help him relax.]

I'm not really interested in something that does.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[Tamaki considers this as well, and then smiles, satisfied with his logic]

Then if you're not interested in relaxing, there's no reason you shouldn't let me take care of all the planning!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[flatly] Never.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[deflates instantly] Mommy's so...

[he stops though, deep in thought, and then instantly recovers from his sulking]

Ah, I see! Mommy is so sweet. She just wants to work together with Daddy! We'll have to ask the children to help as well! It can be family bonding through party planning.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

No thank you.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Kyouuuuya.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

You should try changing your technique.

[Yet this one is sadly effective.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

What technique?