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

[virginaesthetic.livejournal.com]

[She nods and allows her lamb to sort of wander around for now.]

...Kyouya-sempai, people take time to get better. You shouldn't push yourself either.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[He blinks at her, surprised, and then he smiles.] That's an interesting point of view.

[virginaesthetic.livejournal.com]

Eh? [Then she can't help laughing, because it reminds her of their date.] You have interesting points of view, too, Kyouya-sempai.