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]

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.]