The moment Kyoya walked into the third music room, Hikaru and Kaoru fell into step with him, one on each side. "Its odd for the two of you to approach me like this. Is something wrong?" He asked, nose in his notebook as he continued to walk towards his usual table.
"Milord is having a psychotic episode," chorused the twins.
Sighing, the Host Club's second in command closed his account book with a snap. "What exactly is Tamaki doing?"
Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged glances.
"He just keeps"
"Repeating the same thing"
Kyoya raised a slim eyebrow, a silent order for the pair to continue.
"Disaster!" The twins shrugged and whisked off to the other side of the room. "He's your problem now."
Like Tamaki wasn't always Kyoya's problem. It was the price of being the eccentric blond's best friend. Pushing up his glasses, Kyoya scanned the room until the spotted a head of golden hair wallowing in a corner and went to join him.
"The twins have informed me that you may need therapy. Is something wrong?"
"Disaster!" Lightning quick, Tamaki stood up and grabbed Kyoya around the shoulders. "I'm such a horrible father!"
Kyoya smiled softly, "Whatever you did, mom will make it better."
"I wanted to throw Haruhi a birthday party, but she said it already passed!"
"Yes, it was last monday."
"Last week? Why didn't you tell me?!"
Kyoya shrugged. "I thought you know. Everyone else did."
Tamaki gasped, horror struck. "What?"
"I sent her a recipe book, specially designed," Kyoya pushed up his glasses and they gave a mysterious glint.
"We got her some cellphone covers, one for every day of the week...she wouldn't accept the other three hundred and fifty-seven we tried to give her," pipped the twins before skipping off again.
Hunny slipped off of Mori's shoulders and took holed of his tall cousin's hand. "We got her a cute stuffed puppy!"
Tamaki went back to his corner and resumed sulking.
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Uh, Haruhi was only mentioned in this...
Date: 2010-02-18 10:44 pm (UTC)"Milord is having a psychotic episode," chorused the twins.
Sighing, the Host Club's second in command closed his account book with a snap. "What exactly is Tamaki doing?"
Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged glances.
"He just keeps"
"Repeating the same thing"
Kyoya raised a slim eyebrow, a silent order for the pair to continue.
"Disaster!" The twins shrugged and whisked off to the other side of the room. "He's your problem now."
Like Tamaki wasn't always Kyoya's problem. It was the price of being the eccentric blond's best friend. Pushing up his glasses, Kyoya scanned the room until the spotted a head of golden hair wallowing in a corner and went to join him.
"The twins have informed me that you may need therapy. Is something wrong?"
"Disaster!" Lightning quick, Tamaki stood up and grabbed Kyoya around the shoulders. "I'm such a horrible father!"
Kyoya smiled softly, "Whatever you did, mom will make it better."
"I wanted to throw Haruhi a birthday party, but she said it already passed!"
"Yes, it was last monday."
"Last week? Why didn't you tell me?!"
Kyoya shrugged. "I thought you know. Everyone else did."
Tamaki gasped, horror struck. "What?"
"I sent her a recipe book, specially designed," Kyoya pushed up his glasses and they gave a mysterious glint.
"We got her some cellphone covers, one for every day of the week...she wouldn't accept the other three hundred and fifty-seven we tried to give her," pipped the twins before skipping off again.
Hunny slipped off of Mori's shoulders and took holed of his tall cousin's hand. "We got her a cute stuffed puppy!"
Tamaki went back to his corner and resumed sulking.