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]

[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.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Will you be coming with me to their shop?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he blinks, honestly startled. He stares at Kyouya for a moment, before nodding. His gaze falls on his hands as he fidgets] I'd like to, yes. [he looks up at Kyouya and smiles] Thank you for asking.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[shrugging it off] You have the sort of personality that makes it easy to talk people into things.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

I am very persuasive, it's true. [he sits down at the piano] Was there anything in particular you wanted to hear?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Something from Fantasia contrappuntistica.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[Tamaki starts playing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z99zpbki340), occasionally glancing up at Kyouya but not saying anything before he quickly looks to the piano again. He does this a few times, hoping Kyouya won't catch him.]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya gives him a bit of a look. Of course he catches him.] What are you doing?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[innocently, without looking up] Playing, of course. What are you doing?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Wondering why you keep looking at me.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he still doesn't look up, his tone still innocent] If that's the case, no wonder you're not getting anything done! You should spend less time daydreaming and more time planning for our event.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Tamaki.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he looks up at Kyouya and smiles] Kyouya.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[with a sigh] You're a tiresome person.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Then it's good you have all the energy and skill of a low blood pressure demon lord.

[and he goes back to playing]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya looks at Tamaki one last time, then goes back to his notebook.]

[But he's watching out of the corner of his eye.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[when Kyouya goes back to his notebook, Tamaki starts playing again, this time closing his eyes so he doesn't look at Kyouya anymore, since he gave himself away so easily. Although occasionally he will open his eyes to take a peek at his friend, before quickly closing them again]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya notices those. But he doesn't comment on them, because he has work to do.]