Kyouya Otori (
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Welcome to the Host Club
Who: Absolutely anyone
What: The Host Club is open for business!
Where: Antoinette, currently docked at Isla Empieza
When: February 7th - 14th (+ additional dates for crew members)
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Mostly open, some sections closed to crew members
Warnings: None. Will add if necessary.
Loans have been issued, furniture has been supplied, and food had been bought.
The deck of the Antoinette is plainly decorated. There are a few rugs about, but, for the most part, small tables are arranged with couches and chairs. Platters of food are waiting, mostly sandwiches and sweets. Little snacks. There's plenty of hot water kept on hand, too, for tea or commoner's instant coffee.
The Host Club are looking their best, even though their best might be a little more ragged than they would otherwise appear.
Posters have been put up around town, advertising the opening of the Royal Host Club, specifying the Antoinette's location, and disclosing the offer of refreshments.
On the 13th, things will only get more interesting when a bowl of candy appears overnight and adds to the Host Club experience.
(Please feel free to specify dates for interactions in the subheadings below and make your own subheadings if there's something else you want to see.)
What: The Host Club is open for business!
Where: Antoinette, currently docked at Isla Empieza
When: February 7th - 14th (+ additional dates for crew members)
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Mostly open, some sections closed to crew members
Warnings: None. Will add if necessary.
Loans have been issued, furniture has been supplied, and food had been bought.
The deck of the Antoinette is plainly decorated. There are a few rugs about, but, for the most part, small tables are arranged with couches and chairs. Platters of food are waiting, mostly sandwiches and sweets. Little snacks. There's plenty of hot water kept on hand, too, for tea or commoner's instant coffee.
The Host Club are looking their best, even though their best might be a little more ragged than they would otherwise appear.
Posters have been put up around town, advertising the opening of the Royal Host Club, specifying the Antoinette's location, and disclosing the offer of refreshments.
On the 13th, things will only get more interesting when a bowl of candy appears overnight and adds to the Host Club experience.
(Please feel free to specify dates for interactions in the subheadings below and make your own subheadings if there's something else you want to see.)
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[He took the bowl of steamed potatoes and served himself as well as Kyouya. Then he took some grilled fish.]
Maybe you should get a massage or something? I can help. Or maybe Honey-senpai would be better at it. Since Martial Arts can help extend your bones... in a way.
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I know where pressure points are! [That's not helpful. At all.]
Kyo-chan, do you want one?
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[Perfectly even, a slight smile on his features. But it was best translated as Haruhi had once said: "No way in Hell, senpai."
He looked over at Tamaki again. He wouldn't do it. He wouldn't. He was in control and perfectly focused. He wouldn't it.]
I think just a bit of rest will be fine.
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...then again, you're very strong.
[He laughs a bit before he flashes another smile at Kyouya when he turns to face the white prince.]
Then I shall wake you up at 6am then!
[That is his definition of a bit of rest.]
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Ten AM.
[This is a statement, not a negotiation.]
At the earliest.
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But Kyouya.. that's half your day gone to sleep!
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He made the mistake of taking another drink of his tea. Which only reminded him of the whole situation.
He closed his eyes, attempting to focus himself. But that was fine. He was in control. Capable of resisting. Entirely in control.
Which lasted until only when he turned his head toward Tamaki again. He was going to say something, though... whatever he'd been wanting to say died in his throat. He found he wasn't thinking of anything until it was too late.
Until he'd leaned in a bit, a hand on Tamaki's chin, and his mouth against the blond's in a pressed kiss that lasts only a few seconds longer than it took for him to realize what was happening. Then, he sat back, and just blinked, staring.
...That had not just happened...]
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That's a little disappointing.]
You should have put more effort into it, Kyouya-senpai! Four out of ten, re-do; re-do!
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[His hand was on Tamaki's chin. Why was Kyouya holding Tamaki's chin?]
[Did he have dirt on his face?]
[Then Kyouya's face pulls closer. His lips are incredibly close.]
[Those lips.. he looked like he's about to kiss Tamaki. But, Tamaki wasn't Kyouya's type, right?]
[Kyouya's lips touches his. And it is not just some accidental touch, he is actually kissing Tamaki.]
[Kyouya's lips were warm. But this was.. this was...]
[Everyone saw.
Everyone saw. They are reacting too!
When Kyouya pulled away, Tamaki had to lean away a bit. His fingers slowly making their way up to his face and covering his lips. His brows a little furrowed.]
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[Hikaru sounds way too gleeful about that.]
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Those words played through Kyouya's head as he sat there.
Was it ten minutes or ten seconds? How long had he just been sitting there, silent, staring at Tamaki?
Even Hikaru's jabs seemed to drift past the mind of the usually sharp Shadow King, who ought to have snapped something back.
But instead he could only sit in silence.
Kyouya closed his eyes for a moment then opened them and stood. A slow, simple movement. Graceful... and cold.
The walls were safe. He knew them. Knew where to hide. And the ice? An old friend. A solid defense.]
If anyone needs me, I will be in my cabin.
[When his blood stops being frozen, it will likely rush to his face. He'd prefer that not happen while he's in front of anyone.
To help keep his mind from shifting tracks, he lets his gaze fall briefly on Honey.]
Perhaps next time, we can refrain from putting anything of that nature in my tea.
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[Kyouya is called the Ice King for a reason. Honey is reminded of that fact and is suddenly incredibly happy he knows martial arts.]
1/2
His world suddenly froze. He can't even move any further than he already had. His face redder than summer strawberries.]
2/3?
3/????
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[But he's not the cool-type at all!]
5/????
[He doesn't even know that Kyouya felt this way about him.]
6/?
7/8
8/8
You're in-love with me?
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But then he saw it. He saw Tamaki's mind working, waited for everything to process, to hear the acknowledgement of what he actually said. But... no. No, like usual, Tamaki was in his own world. Hearing, seeing, and thinking only what he wanted.
Kyouya stared at him. Gaze perfectly level. He knew how to pretend.
Pretend his back wasn't against the wall. Pretend this wasn't an accusation he'd always feared having to answer. Pretend he was something he wasn't. Pretend he wasn't something he was.
Thankfully, the act came as a second nature. What he presented. What he wanted everyone to see.
His shoulders drew back a bit, his head cocked slightly. Not Kyouya, not the Shadow King, not the vice-president. Just the third son of the Otori family.]
Your delusions [his voice was beyond calm; it was pure ice] get more and more ridiculous, Tamaki.
[Lash out. Hurt rather than be hurt.]
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[But what else are kisses for? They're meant to be a show of affection. That's how it is. Right?]
2/3
[Tamaki looked at him a little more seriously than he did before. Was this a joke for Kyouya?]
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[drive-by]
The conversation in the room, for his part, is going to start quietening down so he can focus more on what's happening between those three.]