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[ sorry i haven’t been on here for a bit-- life’s been getting in the way. i do plan on being on a bit after work, but i’ll probably also be on my tiffany blog as well. good night! ]
KYOYA OOTORI – THE COOL TYPE
Glancing up with a chip hovering just before his mouth, he hesitated. It was only a brief flicker of thought that passed over Kyoya’s words – before he simply resumed his shameless self indulgence.
“I did offer to share in my bountiful feast with you! I can’t help it if the ever rich and exotic flavours of commoner snacks is lost on you and your spreadsheets!” his grin was knowing as he popped the shrimp chip into his mouth, maintaining eye contact with the other as he chewed it as loudly as he could - grin insufferable all the while.
“No need to grouse at me, mother. I’m simply gracing you with my company when I know you would be miserable and lonely - buried in all that work of yours.”
He’s silent for a beat. Kyoya simply looks to his halfer friend in mild amusement, brows raising upward at the sheer gall Tamaki possessed. He was working on a budget plan for the club; trying to balance out Tamaki’s demands for this month; everything from costumes, to food, to whatever his fellow club member could think of. It SHOULD be a job for the president. But Kyoya’s literally watching their beloved KING munch on whatever he could get his hands on. If Tamaki were not his friend, he would perhaps be angry.
His next movements are quick. Kyoya stands in a rush before snatching the bag from the Host King’s hands. Some chips are surely crushed in his confiscation of the snack.
❛ These are mine now. You can have them back when you clean up.... DADDY. ❜
Ouran High School Host Club
Kana had always wondered what it would be like to go to school with other humans, and she just happened to pick Ouran, because it was the nicest school around.
But the whole time she’s been here, it’s just been HOST CLUB THIS and HOST CLUB THAT. –What the hell was it even about? She decided to enter, not expecting any of this. She was approached by a glasses dude, who asked, if she needed help. –Guess she did… “ Ah… –Um. I heard a lot about this place, so I came to check it out, but I’m not sure what happens here… “
❛ Well, we certainly do love first time guests–❜ Discreetly, gray eyes flicker over the girl. He hadn’t seen her anywhere, period. And if she did not know about the Host Club, then she must be new to the school or have been hiding under a rock. Or, perhaps, a visitor from another school. But that idea is put on the back burner. She had a uniform. It was ENTIRELY possible she was a new student. Regardless of the thoughts flying through his head, he retains that calm and collected smile.
❛ Here at the Host Club, we entertain young ladies (and some young men) with an assortment of activities and other past times. Often, we partake in dress up for specific events or themes for the day. We converse and have tea with guests, throw the occasional party, and try to please our customers as best as we can; we have a variety of hosts to obtain this. ❜ Cue a gentle tilt of his raven haired head as he gives her another appraising sort of look.
❛ So-- How may we entertain you, mademoiselle? ❜
@senpairoyalty
❛ TAMAKI–❜ Cue a flash of light across his lens as he looks up from his laptop, pausing from his assorted spread sheets to look up at his friend. There is mild annoyance clouding his gaze as he peers at the blonde.
❛ I know how much you like your commoner junk foods, but could you PLEASE be a little quieter about it? And, while you’re at it...❜ He flicks an empty bag of corn chips to the floor. ❛ Pick up after yourself. It’s annoying.❜
And by it, he means Tamaki. It’s always Tamaki.
me: i dont give a shit
narrator: actually, he gave many shits
@karismatickitty ❤’d for a starter !!
❛ Excuse me, Miss--❜ His smile is dazzling, friendly in every regard. He was charming when need to be and Kyoya was set to impress-- whether it be a customer or someone of influence. In this case, it was to be a customer and fellow student. Or at least he assumed. This would be a good opportunity to perhaps make a sale, if he played his cards right.
❛ I have not seen you around the Host Club before. ❜ The youngest Ootori gives a small bow with his hand resting across his breast. ❛ Is there anything I may help you with? ❜
[ --STARTER CALL !! ]
「まだまだ続くぜ。」 http://s.ameblo.jp/fukushisota/entry-12010272059.html
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KYOYA OOTORI – THE COOL TYPE
This is Our Ouran Fair
a little mothers day doodle~
i think tamaki’s taking this ‘mommy’ thing a little too far…
[ whEEZES-- i’ll be on tomorrow, hopefully, and i can get stuff started on kyoya as soon as humanly possible ]