Something to gain.

[thiirdson]

hitkaoru:

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      ▐   Auburns dilated with evident ambivalence,             fingers resting on his chin while he tried knitting             a reasonable response to this. While it was true             fashion could be a good course… ❛Probably Fine             Arts? I don’t know. Neither of us really put any real             consideration into it…❜ Not to mention the fact             he had no idea what course Hikaru wanted in the             first place. 

      ▐   ❛Hm? I always just assumed you’d take something             like Medicine…❜ He admitted with a sheepish look.

            Brows raised a hackle over the rim of his glasses, amusement tipping the corner of his mouth as he leaned back in his chair. Fine Arts... that certainly seemed to suit. But medicine, of all things?

            ❝...medicine, hm? What on Earth gave you that impression?                          ...although I suppose it’s worth mentioning that my                          Father’s company does manufacture medical                          supplies.❞

[hitkaoru-a-blog]

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   ▐     ❛NEE,  Kyoya-senpai. I was wondering              about something.❜ His impulsive curiosity              had him leaning on the edge of the              loveseat, digits spread under his chin              && his right leg lurched over the other.              ❛What course are you taking when you              get to college?❜  Kaoru knew it was such              a provocative question out of the blue,              but he just couldn’t help it.

   ▐      && what intrigued him more is Kyoya-senpai              was a really smart guy; meaning he had an              insane amount of potential compared to              most. Wasn’t the usual way in finding a              course is ‘which ONE thing are you good at?’              then you start from there? What happens              if you’re good at A LOT of things? Do you              take a lot of courses to actually use up everything              you had potential for?

   ▐      Okay – Kaoru knew this wasn’t how it went              But…

@thiirdson 

[thiirdson]

            The sound of pen against paper stilled momentarily as he considered the sudden query. There had never been very much question regarding what Kyoya would end up doing with his life-- at least, not to him. It had always been his desire to spearhead his Father’s corporation; though it had never been his place to desire such a thing as the third in his line, Tamaki had long since taught him how to break free of the mold he was born into. A subtle adjustment is made to the bridge of his glasses as his gaze returns nonchalantly to the accounting ledger on his desk.

            ❝...I plan to study Business. ...What about you two?                         You seem to have a knack for fashion, like your                          mother.❞

[heiminhost-blog]

                                             ( @thiirdson. )​

    🌸 —— though daily email messages from kyouya-senpai had been an occurrence haruhi had become used to, a call from him has usually spelled disaster. ——news of a particularly displeasure host club trip or event, vague threats about currying more debt lest a task not be completed… it has seemed to them as though the business heir had only made phone calls when he was feeling particularly nasty.

    🌸 —— the ‘pii-pii-pii’ of the dated, shivering flip phone on haruhi’s nightstand roused them from dreams of ohtoro to nightmares of ootori. stirring from their slumber and snatching the phone quickly, they snapped it open, sleepily murmuring affirmations to the voice on the other side. with a few vague instructions, haruhi realized their day of rest had suddenly been completely closed off.

    🌸 —— closing the phone with their chin, the natural type slunk from bed, selecting a few odds and ends from their wardrobe and preparing for the day. a simple blouse, some shorts–something light. summer heat came oppressive in the mid day. the usual morning rituals had been completed in a rush, only pausing to take care in pinning their overgrown bangs from their face with a pair of yellow barrettes.

         ❝  late already… and i haven’t even factored in the train ride… ❞

    🌸 —— by the time haruhi had reached the spot agreed upon, the clock spun 20 minutes past the deadline they’d been handed and a gloomy funk had come and passed. they were ready to accept whatever ‘punishment’ may come and more. ‘it can’t be helped.’

         ❝  sorry for keeping you waiting, senpai! ❞

[thiirdson]

            One sharp, slate gaze lifted from its seemingly bored stare at the digital watch strapped to its owner’s slender wrist to answer the address with an unreadable expression. It wasn’t as if he was unaccustomed to his more frivolous colleagues being late-- rich people ran on their own time. But Haruhi was usually more prudent-- though considering she was a commoner, she was also much clumsier, and likely got held up by the problems of a simpler class... like depending on public transportation. It wasn’t as if it truly mattered, considering he had the entire day’s schedule cleared.

            Still, he never missed the opportunity to give her a hard time.

            ❝--you should be. Time is money, as you                        know, and mine’s very expensive.❞   

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                energetic features dull at his conundrum, FATED TITLE elusive. creative blocks are an abnormality, his ideas reliant on chance and carpe diem ( he’s always been unaware in matters of the self ). eyes switch from the table top to his companion, studying tame features with a quizzical eye: the slight twitch of lips, the thoughtful consideration, all worth abandoning his search for. tamaki parts his mouth – to question the other – only to shut it at the suggestion. he turns the name over, hand drawing over his mouth before lips upturn in DELIGHT. it’s a wonder if he would be so happy if he knew the thought process that led to it.

        his hands spray over the table, torso hovering above papers and drinks, as he points a finger directly between the third ootori’s eyes. the flurry of movement causes his knee to catch a table leg, nearly jarring the entire setup. ❛ the princely type —— that’s perfect, kyoya ! why didn’t i think of that ? ❜ it’s a fair question, given his tendency for overconfidence. he teeters, forcing him to put the hand down to steady himself, before easing back into his previous position ( without losing gusto, somehow ). ❛ but that still leaves you. you’d be great in an adviser role, but that wouldn’t make for a good type. ❜ cornflower optics search the bespectacled visage, even eyes and restrained mouth. how did he first consider those ? something along the lines of coo——

        ❛ that’s it .  .  . the cool type ! ❜

[thiirdson]

            One brow lifted lazily over the other; cool type, hm? As loathe as he was to admit it, it actually hadn’t been a half bad idea-- despite coming from the irritatingly enthusiastic blond. Reserved and nonchalant was certainly a persona that he could feasibly make use of-- especially if doing so would allow him to control the club from the shadows. Leaning back slightly in his chair, he cast a half amused glance over the enthused chairman’s son before closing his eyes completely, one slender hand lifting to press his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

            ❝...I’m surprised. That’s almost half-decent.❞

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                ❛ but you aren’t a morning person. it’s the truth, not an insult. ❜

    legs shift under the kotatsu, warmth emitting from the built - in electric ( though he maintains it ought to be a charcoal brazier —— like those his father spoke of ) heater, as he laughs off the objection. the grimace meets a smile – innocent in itself, yet with a coy edge – as the blond plants a chin in his palm, eyes darting upward in consideration. ❛ i’ve been stuck on a few ideas, but, alas, i’m having the same problem. they don’t have quite the right ring to them ! i thought the president type because of my position, but it’s too serious. the charming type is boring and the popular type makes me sound egotistical. even if it is true. ❜ he lifts a finger on his free hand with each title, becoming exasperated as his hand falls to the table’s surface. ❛ naming the others was easier. i must be too mysterious for an obvious title. maybe i’m the mysterious type ? ❜

[thiirdson]

            True as it may have been, it still didn’t constitute an appropriate alias for their proposed club. He took another long, contemplative sip of his coffee as the other listed off his plausible suggestions-- and it occurred to him that as much as he’d like to insult the other, he did indeed possess all of the assets he’d suggested. He captured the attention of every girl he encountered with his charming allure and suave sophistication. He was witty, wealthy, exceptionally handsome ( admittedly ), gentlemanly, and foreign, which had a certain appeal. --but he was also incredibly spoiled and capricious, not to mention childish and frivolous. He reminded Kyoya of a rotten little royal, but all the girls at school saw when they looked at him was Prince Charming. 

            --and suddenly, something clicked. Blinking slowly, he cast his slate gaze over the other in a pondering look, a smile tempting the barest corners of his mouth in indication of his own clever resolution. And knowing the blond’s over-inflated ego, he’d eat the lucrative notion up like it was a Michelin-star dessert.

            ❝...or perhaps... you’re more of a princely type?❞

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                ❛ honestly, i don’t think THE GLASSES TYPE has the best ring to it. ❜

    he reclines on the ootori’s couch, arm folded over his chest and fingers cupping his chin. papers are scattered across the table – some official, some doodles – almost hiding half - emptied coffee cups. ❛ it’s not that it doesn’t fit, but it doesn’t have any finesse. we can’t call you anything that fits that demonic nature of yours either, since the twins stole that title. ❜ yet, as the VICE PRESIDENT, he ought to have a better type. fingers snap, though his grin is humorous, not enlightened. ❛ we could always call you the bad morning type ! ❜

@thiirdson.

[thiirdson]

            He’s idly wondering just how long the blond is going to ramble on for. Though he ought to know by now that there’s no surefire way to tell. He could drone on forever in his realm of capricious whims. Lowering his mug from his lips to the surface of the kotatsu table with a soft ‘click,’ he stared drolly at the other.

            ❝--If I didn’t know any better, I’d                        think you were insulting me.❞

            He objected, giving the papers another idle glance over. And then the imbecile sought to crack another joke, and the would-be “vice president’s” left eye twitched behind his glasses as he threw an irritated half grimace at the other before taking a deep breath in an attempt to maintain his composure. Damn, this idiot flustered him like nobody else.

            ❝...why don’t we discuss your                          title instead. Any ideas?❞

[mizuyaks]

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i don’t think either of us expected it at the time —— that we would become BEST FRIENDS. well, that’s not quite true. a part of me knew .  .  . because that part of me hoped for it ( x ).

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     with puffed cheeks  his fingers dug into his stuffed animal , lips buried in the head of the toy as soft grumbling emitted from his lips. ❛ nnnmm … ❜ he’s not going to GIVE UP !! he looked up at the taller male , tears were slowly forming at the corners of his eyes , ❛ k - kyo - chaaan … ❜ he trailed off as he sniffed , as if forcing to stop his tears , ❛ w - what could i do to be able to order both ?? ❜

[thiirdson]

            He was immune to crocodile tears by now; he’d been dealing with the fitful tantrums of a certain blond president for far too long to allow such attempts to fracture his resolve any longer, if it had even been able to in the first place. Though while he had no intention of allowing the elder to have his way... he was still shrewd enough to pick up on the opportunity to make a profit. His pen paused over his itinerary, one slim brow lifted over the rim of his glasses as he casts a calculating glance toward the teary-eyed blond.

            ❝...hm. Well... I suppose that if you were to                      raise enough money to cover the costs,                      then we could afford to order some more.                      Perhaps you could hold a fundraiser.❞

            He suggested with no true intention apparent in his tone. And if there just so happened to be an excess profits from said fundraiser... well then, he supposed he could certainly find a use for the fortunate and unforeseen windfall...~

[nicorobin]

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    @thiirdson​

( 馨 ) – 

Hikaru is gone today, at a media convention with their father getting groomed in the trade, and Kaoru is likely to be lonely. But Kaoru does not like to be lonely, and ever since the twins had opened the door to the outside world, she has been getting better at occupying herself, and both twins at spending time apart whilst influencing each other. Today, for instance, Kaoru wants to visit the family’s hobby-ranch, where she has started a program for teenage girls so that they might gain confidence while learning to ride horses.

Uncoiling her lean body like a rope, she steps out of the tub, covering her shoulders with a bath robe. She still does not care for her body – it seems like it never has and never will align with who she is or wants to be, so it feels best to keep it hidden.

The day promises to be warm, milky, a balm – just like her bath, which is infused with flowers and milk and honey after the tradition of ancient empresses. While she does not like the look of her body, she still takes very good care of it, as her passion for fresh air and exercise bespeaks.

             Now, whom should she invite? Or should she go alone?

Her hobby, since the Host Club started, has been to try and prod a certain enigmatic Shadow King out of his lair. In all this time, his curmudgeonly ways had never failed to amuse her.

With a smile on her lips, she types a quick note with just her thumb into her phone.

        [ text ] : Dear Dark Lord,         [ text ] : May I request your company today?         [ text ] : That is, if activities of an equestrian nature are of interest you.         [ text ] : Sincerely, The Empress of Flowers. εїз

[thiirdson]

            There were certainly less sarcastic and more simply worded means of inviting someone to go horseback riding. And if it weren’t for caller ID, he likely never would have known precisely who was inviting him at that. But given that the respective’s “other half” was otherwise occupied, it had been Tamaki’s intense worry that Kaoru might become lonely in Hikaru’s absence. And so after much prodding and what Kyoya had managed to keep to only minimal crying and blubbering pleading, he’d begrudgingly agreed to go along with the twin’s activity. 

            ❝...so what made you choose                            to ride horses today?❞

            He inquired idly as his horse was saddled by the stable hands; mostly to simply encourage small talk, in truth. It was in the nature of the wealthy and otherwise unoccupied to engage in whatever flights of fancy their whims indicated that day. The reason why they did any of the frivolous things they did was almost always the same; for the simple fact that their immense wealth and surplus of time allowed for it.   

[thiirdson]

complete idiot:

                CAPITALIZE and expand —— the ootori way ( or is it, perchance, kyoya’s ? ). the tap – so familiar, since that day in the others home – draws his eyes forward, void of tears and perplexity. he stands, smoothing creases from his jacket, and offers a lopsided smile. ❛ i won’t complain about that —— as long as you’re having fun. i’d be lying if i said we weren’t all capitalizing on the club in some way. ❜ that’s the point of the HOST CLUB, isn’t it ? to grant happiness, even to those who are in it; tamaki finds the members are the ones who needed it most, himself included. ❛ i do wish you’d be gentler with me, though. you’ve hit me at least three times during this one conversation ! ❜

        ❛ your sources. you just wanted to say a cool line. ❜ muttered under his breath, though without animosity. the ootori network isn’t his to know, even if he wonders about his friend’s sources at times. ❛ lunch sounds good ! we’ve been cooped up in here too long. the cafeteria should still be open. ❜ he glances at a clock, confirming the hour before pocketing one of his hands, the other left limp at his side. they’d spend less time there if not for the blond’s shoddy paperwork.

        ❛ what do you think, mom ? should we see if the others are around and have a family lunch ? ❜

            All capitalizing... in one way or another. Hm... what an interesting way to put it. It was a notion that threatened the Ootori’s usual indifference with a smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. How incorrigible the blond could be sometimes.

            ❝--perhaps you should say less                         idiotic things, then.❞

            He countered without even a hint of remorse, slinging his school bag over his shoulder with minimal effort. Though in truth, he didn’t really need an excuse to knock Tamaki around. He could still remember a time not so long ago when they’d first met when his every waking thought had been of wringing the heir’s flighty, pompous neck. And there were still days at present when he considered just that... though they were fewer and further in between. A swift adjustment is made to his glasses as he considers the other’s suggestion before turning on his polished heel and beginning the trek down the massive hallways of the estate toward the cafeteria.   

            ❝...hm. Knowing them, they’re                          already there. Let’s go, then.❞

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     dissatisfaction was evident  upon his features as he puffed his cheek, ❛ how would the budget increase faster ?? ❜ he loved all sweets but it’d be better if there’d be a new stock of different sweets soon !! not just for himself but for the customers too !!

[thiirdson]

            Clearly, despite being his elder, the blond had no feasible concept of business accumen or sensible accounting. The vice president removed his glasses, withdrawing a small, soft cloth from the pocket of his monogrammed school jacket to clean them with.

            ❝–if you’d like to select a different variety                        of cakes for next week’s sampler, then                        you certainly may. But the budget only                        allows for one. We can’t order both.❞

[zelos-wilders]

[toobioz]

ouran highschool host club

[thiirdson]

            ❝I’m sorry, senpai. But we simply don’t have                      room in the budget to increase the pastry allowance.                      We have plenty of cakes each day as it is.❞

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                ❛ pens are HARDER than water, kyoya ! to think you’d forget that. ❜

    his voice pitches to a whine, hands releasing his nose after a few woeful flutters of lashes. he wipes his eyes, lips pursing as he leans forward. ❛ but you do admit that i’m dashing ! don’t tell me you noticed because you’re jealous of my good looks. envy doesn’t suit you. ❜ he grins, prepared for another onslaught, as he brushes golden fringe from his eyes. ❛ did haruhi tell you about that one ? i thought it was a good line. she was taken with it —— for a moment, at least. ❜

[thiirdson]

            The “click” of his pen signifies that he’s satisfied with the state of his paperwork for the time being, and the point is emphasized by the soft “snap” of his accounting book being closed in the clasp of his palm.

            ❝--I see very little point in being jealous                        of something when you can capitalize                        on it, instead.❞

            The personification of shrewd-- that was the real Kyoya Ootori, beneath all the layers and expectations and farces of nicety he put on for all that circumscribed him. He’s all but grown immune to the blond’s pathetic affectations by now ( if they’d ever affected him in the first place ). Crocodile tears don’t crack his resolve as he gently taps the spine of his book against the crown of the King’s flight head, so perpetually full with lofty notions.

            ❝--I have my sources. Care to break for lunch?❞

            In truth, the suggestion was born more of necessity than desire. Experience dictated that if he didn’t eat soon, his blood pressure would fluctuate and prove an inconvenience... at best.