Kyoya Ootori
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Post by Kyoya Ootori on Nov 21, 2015 3:49:10 GMT
Kyoya was reading a book.
An actual book.
With real pages and everything.
What with the onset of technology in that day and age, it was far more likely that the Ootori boy would be reading on his laptop. Yet, that day, he had managed to find himself a less-well-traveled nook of one of the libraries (although, even there it was not particularly quiet) and had settled himself down to read a small, yet clearly long-used book. Although seated at a desk, he was not bothering to put it to use. He leaned back against his chair's backrest, book held out in front of him as he perused the pages in deep thought. One leg was cross over the other, and at the side of his chair leaned his laptop bag.
All in all, he looked rather... relaxed... which could be rather unsettling, for those who were aware of the Shadow King's ways.
As he turned the page he heard footsteps behind him, but did not bother to look up. Instead, he waited until they either passed him by or introduced themselves, all the while his gaze transfixed on the same sentence. Even if he wasn't working at his laptop at the moment, there was always something that put him on edge about the possibility of someone looking over his shoulder... |
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Yuuki Himura
Ouran Academy Student 
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Post by Yuuki Himura on Nov 21, 2015 8:37:53 GMT
He hadn’t intended to stop and stare – not so much at Kyoya than the collection of words and pages grasped in his hand, his eyes flickering over the words to the point he’d begun reading it, taking him a moment to realise that the younger student had no intention of flipping the page.
At which point, Yuuki froze up, an uncomfortable knot forming in his stomach as the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that practically screamed the other student knew full well he was behind him, backseat reading.
And in a desperate attempt to seem normal because no, he was not reading someone else’s novel over their shoulder like some awkward (despite him being nothing less) dork that knew no better, he opened his mouth and the words rolled off his tongue in a nervous jumble, “Oo...Ootari...Kyoya...correct?”
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Kyoya Ootori
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Post by Kyoya Ootori on Nov 21, 2015 8:55:07 GMT
Whoever-it-was had been standing there for a long time. In fact, Kyoya himself was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. He did not like feeling uncomfortable. Just when he was considering turning around and asking them if they needed assistance, however, finally a voice popped up.
Kyoya looked up from the page. Slowly closing the book, he slid his finger into place between the pages to keep his spot as he turned to take in the sight that was his unwitting stalker. At first his eyes met Yuuki's form over the rim of his glasses, his expression cold. Then, pushing his spectacles further up his nose, he adorned his very best Host Club smile.
"Ah, Himura-senpai. What can I do for you?" Perhaps it was a brief glance toward the book from his senior that clued him in, but Kyoya smirked in his knowing way and turned the book over so that its cover was visible. "Are you a fan of Machiavelli, senpai?" He raised his eyebrows ever-so-slightly, expression betraying some mild curiosity. |
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Yuuki Himura
Ouran Academy Student
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Post by Yuuki Himura on Nov 21, 2015 16:39:41 GMT
i will break the spell you put on me | everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me | 85 words  commentary oh look I found a template.
| He wished the ground could have swallowed him up whole right there and then. You could always tell when he felt uncomfortable with the way his eyes darted around the library from the faces of the other students to the book shelves to the desks...
“Sorry to disturb you,” he mumbled, his eyes flickering down to the carpet, blood rushing to his cheeks, “Um...No, actually – I wanted to ask...what the title...of the book you were reading...was...” he replied, his voice growing lower with each word.
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Kyoya Ootori
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Post by Kyoya Ootori on Nov 21, 2015 17:59:04 GMT
Well, this poor sod looked more uncomfortable than he had been feeling just moments before. Kyoya continue watching him, his expression passive and, hopefully, at least mildly welcoming. This was supposed to be his senpai... and, instead of acting in-charge and in-control, he was behaving like a young middle-school boy might.
"It's not a problem," Kyoya waved the apology off with a polite gesture of his free hand and the smooth lilt of his tenor voice. "The book I am reading is called 'The Prince'. It is a treatise written by Niccolo Machiavelli to the Medici in Florence, presented as a gift of political knowledge accumulated over a lifetime." There was a softness to his voice as he described it, which offset his usual matter-of-fact tone. It was, in fact, a personal favorite of his.
"Would you like me to find you a copy?" Before his question was finished he had grabbed a piece of paper and slipped it into his book to mark his place, and was in the process of standing up. "It won't take but a moment," he added, staying any possibly protests from his acquaintance. With a few quick strides he was at a bookshelf, one hand lightly hovering over the spines of the tomes as his cool grey eyes darted across the titles and authors. Finally, with one swift movement he pulled a book off of the shelf, inspected its bindings and title page, then returned to hand it to Himura.
"Here you are." That Host Club smile flashed across his face again as he offered the book. "You are welcome to join me, if you like. I find this part of the library tends to be... the least troublesome... when one wants to read a book." Not that Kyoya was much interested in spending too much of his focus reading right now. With such a lonely face as Himura's, he was betting that he might be able to convince another prospective customer to join in the Host Club festivities... |
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Yuuki Himura
Ouran Academy Student
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Post by Yuuki Himura on Nov 21, 2015 18:22:56 GMT
i will break the spell you put on me | everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me | 132 words commentary How do you socialise
| He barely had chance to politely decline the offer from Kyoya, before the dark haired male had risen to his feet and was already heading across to a book shelf.
Yuuki bit his lower lip, begrudgingly following after him out of an awkward obligation and attempt to be polite, only able to graciously take the book from his hands and bow his head slightly.
“Thank you...very much,” he replied, his voice still soft, and sounding slightly defeated at that point.
The brunette couldn’t help but tense slightly at Ootari’s second offer, the urge to be kind hearted and at the very least, polite, kicking in.
“Thank you,” he replied, mentally kicking himself as he immediately felt silly for repeating himself, “I tend to prefer hiding...between the shelves here for the same reason,”
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Kyoya Ootori
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Post by Kyoya Ootori on Nov 22, 2015 6:43:19 GMT
Kyoya watched Yuuki with the same fascination a hawk might transfix its gaze on some distant, moving thing in the grass. There was curiosity, perhaps of the morbid persuasion, and a slight tick of muscle betrayed a desire to raise a single eyebrow. Hiding... between... the shelves... Clearly, the hawk had caught itself a mouse.
"I would not mind if you wished to share my table," he gestured to the comfortable chair on the other side of the desk politely, crossing the gap to the chair he had been previously occupying. "Please... have a seat." Before he picked up his book again, however, he reached into his laptop bag to grab a book of a different nature. It had come to be known as his "little black book" by his fellow Host Club members, and the rumors of its contents varied wildly. Flicking it open, he consulted his notes briefly before once again snapping it closed and slipping it into his bag.
Only once he had done so, did he offer another Host smile to his guest and picked up his own copy of the Prince. Not even a page into reading, though, and his voice broke the silence again, "Have you found a club yet to participate in, Himura-senpai?" |
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Yuuki Himura
Ouran Academy Student
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Post by Yuuki Himura on Nov 22, 2015 7:04:42 GMT
i will break the spell you put on me | everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me | 178 words commentary be kind to him, Kyoya | Yuuki remained none the wiser to Ootori’s thoughts, his eyes already fixated on the book, before pausing briefly to glance up at him.
Oh...he meant the...table.
His cheeks had barely begun to return to their natural complexion when they reddened once more, dipping his head in embarrassment and grunting softly in acknowledgement, though he quickly caught his mistake, parting his lips in a quiet acceptance, “Thank you...”
He awkwardly plopped down into the chair, oblivious to the world around him, including the black book and the smile catered to charm him.
It wasn’t until Kyoya opened his mouth that Yuuki broke his gaze away from the book, brown eyes fixated on the younger student’s eyes.
“A club...?” he mumbled, glancing off to the side in an embarrassed fashion. Had he missed something? Was it compulsory...? He couldn’t really recall, though panic filled him for a brief moment. With a shake of his head, sending brown wisps of hair tumbling over his face, he replied in a soft yet firm tone, “No – there’s nothing that’s been of particular interest,”
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Kyoya Ootori
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Post by Kyoya Ootori on Nov 22, 2015 7:34:19 GMT
"Hmm, that's too bad," was Kyoya's only response at first. Poor creature. He really didn't know what he had gotten himself into. To be completely honest, even the Ootori wasn't quite sure why he had chosen to interact with this unfortunate soul. Perhaps the Shadow King was like a spider, spinning all that fell into his web without prejudice.
Or, perhaps he had spent far too much time with Tamaki and the Twins...
"It has been a long-standing Ouran tradition for students to work hard on their studies and on their extra-curriculars. It is, in some sense, why the Ouran Faire was established: to encourage students to maintain a well-balanced education." His eyes were back on the page as he talked, although he was vaguely aware of Yuuki's position and movements on his peripherals. "Perhaps it might be beneficial for you to engage in the activities of one of the many fine clubs on campus." He then looked up, waiting for Yuuki's eyes to meet his before his Host Club smile widened for emphasis.
"Of course, it's really none of my business." His voice was charming, echoing the smile that adorned his expression as he spoke with what might be taken for earnestness. Turning his attentions back to the book, he turned the page without reading what had been there. The book had now turned into a prop, a nonverbal communication tool for him to use in conversation to send subliminal messages. |
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Yuuki Himura
Ouran Academy Student
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Post by Yuuki Himura on Nov 22, 2015 7:54:26 GMT
i will break the spell you put on me | everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me | 123 words commentary Kyoya wishes he was senpai
| He squirmed in his seat, just ever so slightly, his eyes nervously darting off to the side. He took his time trying to come up with a response, his mind running like a panicked animal as he sought a response that neither dismissed his suggestion nor committed to it.
His heart rate quickened for a moment, as he sucked in his breath and exhaled as quietly as possible.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Ootari-san,” Ah...but that felt slightly dismissive still... “What would you suggest?”
He had vague knowledge of Kyoya’s involvement with the Host Club – and if the name was anything to go by, it would be something the brunette would actively be avoiding.
But then again, he’d rather avoid all the clubs. |
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Kyoya Ootori
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OOC Name: Jam
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Post by Kyoya Ootori on Nov 22, 2015 20:59:30 GMT
Kyoya didn't respond right away. He quietly perused the page, not really reading the words. From what he could tell from Himura's file, the teen was the son of a novelist and a scientist. As far as for what he had personally been known for, though, the list was rather small. One thing seemed fairly certain, though: the boy had shown little to no interest in sports, so those he should stay away from.
"It is impossible for me to know your interests as well as you know yourself, senpai," he began casually, "But I suppose I could list a few." Slipping his bookmark into place, he set the book down so that he could grab his notebook and peruse it. "There's the Newspaper Club, which caters quite nicely to those with sharp curiosity or are fond of writing. There's also the Broadcasting Club, who reports on most of Ouran Academy's sports." He turned a page. "Additionally, there is the Gardening Club, for those who enjoy being out of doors, and the Ikebana Club. Or, if you are artistically inclined, you may wish to look into the Art Club."
Snapping his notebook closed, he blinked and adjusted his glasses before slipping it back into his book bag. Kyoya then observed Himura pointedly, cradling his chin with his thumb and index finger in a thoughtful pose. "Then again, you might be interested in the Kendo Club... Or, perhaps, as being a patron for a club." He picked up his book again, cool gray eyes dancing over the page. "The Host Club, for example, has many honored guests, and we are very appreciative of their support." Turning the page, he smiled lightly. |
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