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]

What technique?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

You may contribute ideas. No more. I have final say.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he pauses and almost objects, but instead smiles]

Okay. Whatever you say, Mom.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Careful, Tamaki.]

'Whatever I say,' is it?

[That smells like opportunity.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he does not know the meaning of careful.]

Of course.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Good.

[and the trap falls on the king.]

[A metaphorical trap. Because let's be honest, a literal trap wouldn't be that surprising.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[There must be some reason they have that cage in the Host Club. Also, a reason they have Haruhi in the club. Moral of the story: the Host Club loves traps of all varieties]

Oh, you're wearing that scary face of yours.

[Tamaki seems oddly happy about this fact]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya notes this] You're an idiot. [But he's very fond of that himself.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he scoots closer to try to get a better look at Kyouya's notes]

What ideas do you have so far?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[tilting notebook away] Tamaki.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[leaning with the notebook to try to look] Kyouya.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[This is a recurring theme of their arguments. Best way to end it? Hit Tamaki on the head with the notebook] No.

[Bad dog! No treat!]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he whimpers and retreats to the far end of the sofa. He sniffs, then looks up at Kyouya] No?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Not until I'm finished.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

But you said I could help.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya pushes him with his foot] Yes. By playing the piano for me.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[the push causes him to lose his balance on the sofa and fall on the floor and thus Tamaki's corner of woe dissolves into laughter. He sits up, still smiling as he stays on the floor, resting his arms and head on the sofa] But there isn't a piano here.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya snaps his fingers. Curtains that no one noticed before draw back, revealing a grand piano.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Oh. [He does not question this because, well, pianos appear out of nowhere constantly so it's not that unusual] Tell me what ideas you have so far. [He pushes himself up, stretching out before going to check out the piano]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[He stretches his legs out where Tamaki once was] Clothing cut from the sky and food of heavenly delights.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he looks up from the piano, eyes wide and in awe] Clothing cut from the sky? Mom is truly amazing and out of this world.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

It isn't literal, idiot.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see! [he smiles as if they are sharing a very confidential secret.] Of course it's not literal. [and if his smile wasn't enough, he makes sure to wink, too]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

I'd also like to request from the Twins that the sky be made to look like it does in Japan on during the festival.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

First you produce clothing cut from the sky, now you're changing the sky itself. You always live up to your titles.