Inside on a Beautiful Day ::OPEN::

[Ootori Kyouya]

It was a nice day, and of course he seemed to have better things planned. It was always something that made everyone have the urge to go outside and take in the gorgeous sunshine of the outside. He of course was one to be inside right now. There was already so much work to do. And by a lot, it really meant that. He had many things to do. Budgeting was one of them and that was what he seemed to be working on currently. Why was he budgeting on a beautiful day is what a lot of people would ask, well he would most certainly blame Tamaki Suoh the king of the host club.

It was difficult to put up with him. He had a hyper personality and always had idea of doing things that were way out of season. He sighed slightly as he finished typing on his lap top now. He let his eyes close as he sighed in frustration. He let his elbows rest on the table and his head rest in his hands. He frowned slightly. Well, everything seemed to be so much more difficult now. He seemed to wonder now what in the world caused Tamaki to think of such outrageous and expensive ideas for costumes in the Host Club.

He shook his head now as he let his eyes reopen now as he lifted his head and gazed at the screen of his lap top. What was he going to do with him? He always seemed to just talk to him, but sometimes it didn’t seem to work. He was stuck here today on a beautiful day dealing with those sorts of problems. And of course there was definitely no time at all to stop and have fun, he had learned that growing up. He always had to stay on top and try and be better than everyone else, to know who everyone was. Including their family lineage. This was the most important part of course to see who he would form an alliance with, so with that he had learned who everyone in the school was and even students who decided to transfer to the school. All which was convenient for him and the Ootori family as well.

[Ootori Kyouya]

There was always work to do. There was always something to do. It was obvious though that that was something that seemed to be a problem for the most part. Especially when in the Host Club, or even for the most part by just being a part of it. There were always pluses and negatives in life and stuff, and It pretty much worked the same way with the Host Club. It was pretty interesting if one was to watch the events of the Host Club for each day.

He sighed slightly let his eyes roll in annoyance when he let himself pause. It was always hard for him to get back into his work when he stopped, even if it was for a brief moment. He sighed slightly as he extended a hand to touch the edge of his lap top to close it to at least pause for a short break. Every now and then he was known to take a break. It was something he did so things didn’t get too stressful over all the work that he had to do. It was always a bad thing for him to do things like that. He sighed as he bit his bottom lip now. He could hear someone was approaching and nearing the room. It wasn’t bad for the most part he guessed. It was just a bit annoying in a way to be disturbed, but in truth he was taking a small break from his work for once.

He sighed slightly when he watched the doors of the Host Club open to reveal Haruhi. At least it wasn’t some random customer expecting them to be hosting on a nice day like this, though if it was one of them, they might ask why he was there today. He let his dark gaze move to Haruhi as he looked her up and down with the books and supplies that she carried with her. It was clear that her purpose of coming here was to study. It was odd though to be alone with the natural type of the Host Club. It wasn’t something that happened often either. Usually it was the entire club that was in the room when he was around her, or even Tamaki. Though it was different.

He stared at her, pausing as he met her large feminine brown eyes. They had always been large and seemed to be so full of emotion. It always made him wonder about her, though he could usually guess what she was feeling. She seemed to be quite sensitive, and with that, she expressed many emotions on her face. Kyouya on the other hand was the complete and total opposite. He tried to express as little emotion as possible, and of course that was what he did. “Yes, go ahead. I don’t mind. I was about to take a break anyways,” he said after a moment as he fiddled with his glasses for a moment before letting them lay neatly on his thin and pale face. He smiled slightly. “I do find it surprising though that you are here inside on a nice day like this? Why is that?” he asked curiously.

[Suoh Tamaki]

The sun, so sparkly and alive. It was like someone had captured the inner most part of humanity--the good part--and then had to sun beat down on it for twenty-four hours. It was...Hot, outside, and although marvelous fun and extreamely light laughter and enjoyment was also present, the air conditioned hall was a welcome relief from the blazing warm games of Kick The Can, Red Light-Green Light and, the newest commoner addition, Toilet Tag, the most degrading form of tag there was.

Tamaki loosened the tie around his neck, pulling down, and side to side before he finally gave up and just pulled the thing off, and tucked it under his arm with his official school jacket. No one even bothered to reprimand him for not wearing the proper semblance of the uniform, and he didn't intend to point out the fact to people. No, instead, he hurried his feet along the tile of the hallway, continuing on his self proclaimed quest because, being outside had been fun but...it was missing something. Two somethings, in fact.

But...where could his best friend and emotionally-confused-about-cross-dressing girlfriend be? The farther away from the library he got the quieter the entire school seemed to become. Maybe it was because the air conditioning made the library an ideal place for hanging out and doing homework, along with socializing, but something told Tamaki that neither of the two people we was seeking were there.

Then....Where?.................OF COURSE!

An extra spring made its addition to his step as the ideal place--the one that should have been first on the list--popped up in his mind. The spring was soon lost in favor for a quickened pace that speed his flight to the Third Music Room and, hopefully, his best friend and emotionally-confused-about-cross-dressing girlfriend were!

Upon reaching the great door, Tamaki took a huge breath, preparing to bellow their names like a screeching siren of death would, but the sound of light conversation made him stop and ultimately choke on his own breath. However, those voices meant he was right! Unless it was someone watching a video of Kyouya and Haruhi talking...How odd...If someone's doing that, i think I should know. And then I can make sure that it was okay they took those videos and...Oh no! What if it's ninjas in that room? Or stalkers!? Or... Oh the drama.

He didn't even bother to knock or push the door opened slowly. No, Tamaki burst right in, a semi-preformed speech forming in his mind as he prepared to confront the stalker who had taken videos of his best friends only to find...."Haruhi!!" Tamaki exclaimed brightly, really having no idea that he walked into the room to drag them outside at exactly the same time that the girl was wishing that he wouldn't. A flutter feeling rose in his chest at the sight of her, but was forcibly quelled as he swallowed and looked at the brunette with glasses. "And Kyouya! I knew I'd find you two somewhere!" Big lie. "Come outside, you two, and play with us!!! It's bright and sunny and wonderfully warm!"

By now, his stride had carried him close enough to the two to drape his arm across the shorter figure with her Ouran blazer still on and threw the other arm from his body in a wild proclamation. "We are dabbling in the wonderful commoner magic that is Toilet Tag! I think both of you would enjoy it, plus I think the twins are cheating and I need you to tell me if it's true that the tagged person has to sing 'I am a toilet' while in that incredibly uncomfortable position. Please!?" Violet eyes turned to those equivalent to a puppy pout and Tamaki's lower lip jutted out like a bookshelf and his gaze alternated--Haruhi, Kyouya, Haruhi, Kyouya, Haruhi, Haruhi, Kyouya, Haruhi, window, Haruhi, Kyouya, door--and continuously like that. "For your father?" He implored again.

((Sorry to jump in...It seemed like a good place to do so.))