Darya had just entered the third music room when she heard Tamaki's loud declaration of Kyouya's name. She winced at the unhappy sound the laptop's keyboard made as hands came harshly down on it; that couldn't be good. And, apparently, it wasn't, if the irritated look on Kyouya's face and the dangerous tone of his voice were an accurate indication of just how bad it had been. Sensing things were about to explode, and noting that quite a few looks were being shot the way of the Host Club's president and vice-president, Darya quickly swept across the room, stopping next to Kyouya's chair and leaning down, shoving hair back over her shoulder as it tried to fall into her face.
"Here, now. Let me see," she said, glancing sideways at her classmates for a moment, one eyebrow raised. If it had been anyone but Kyouya, she would have placed a hand on his shoulder in a soothing gesture, but somehow she didn't think the dark haired boy would take kindly to the gesture. She was pleased to see that there was no obvious physical damage to the laptop. It probably meant the problem was simple. With a small smile, she pressed the 'on' button, hoping it would do something and not just continue to sit there like a lump of useless plastic and computer components. A soft purr of computer noises greeted them. "Well, at least it isn't broken."
Really, she probably shouldn't sound so amused, but she didn't think she'd ever seen Kyouya so close to visibly losing his temper.
So when Kyouya saw the laptop whirr back to life, an involuntary sigh escaped him. It wasn’t a sigh of relief or anything; in fact, the exhale had been heavy and slightly haughty, more of a measure to control himself than excitement at being his invaluable laptop saved. Still, he couldn’t lie, and felt a little bit better at seeing the familiar old screen light up like a beacon in the fog. He was always a tad bit uncomfortable without the comfort of his properly functioning laptop. His second brother sometimes teased and called him an addict, but Kyouya always response with a faint snigger and snort; no one in the Ootori house was ever without their trusty computers. Well, except Fuyumi, but she was painfully less than poorly adept at mastering them.
Once the computer was function properly, Kyouya checked his files, and his expression turned a bit sour seeing his work blown away. Still, he reminded himself, there were several fragile customers here and now was not the time to unleash his inner demon. Reluctantly pushing his laptop aside, he then came to the realization that Miss Kobayashi Darya was uncomfortably in close proximity with him. “Kobayashi-san,” he said a little icily, then shrugged around in his chair until he was turned and facing her, but not before shooting Tamaki a look that definitely said the blonde would answer for the work that was further delayed at the expense of his attention. “Thank you, good afternoon, and what brings you to the Club today?” Then he remembered to put on a nice smile. All for business purposes......of course.
"Ootori-kun," Darya replied, and she had to muffle a soft laugh behind her hand at Kyouya's greeting and belated smile. Pulling up a chair from a nearby table, she took a seat and cleared her throat as her composure slipped back into place. She was having no problems invade the Shadow King's space; really, she had been planning to bother talk to him again for a while now, and finally she found her chance. It hardly mattered if he was already annoyed.
"You're welcome, good afternoon, and I'm here to talk to you." She smiled mildly, though warmly, not even bothering to seem like she wasn't watching him. "I'd ask you were doing, but that's rather apparent. Unless you want to say you're perfectly peachy; I won't believe you, but I'll nod and smile anyway." With that she shrugged and leaned back in the chair, folding her arms over her stomach and getting comfortable. Darya knew there was a good chance she was just annoying him, but she also knew there was little to no chance that he'd deny a paying customer.
Kyouya regretted the fact that he welcomed all customers into the host club, as he always enjoyed the profit they brought and contributed to the club’s success. As he watched Darya sit down he had to refresh his mind that she was also a customer, and that it would be rude and against host club rules to be unkind to her. Not that he would purposely do so, but whenever she was involved in a conversation he seemed to be a tad slack with his manners and attitude around her than he was with other customer.
Well, maybe not a tad.
Resting an arm on the tabletop near his laptop smoothly, Kyouya tried to broaden his smile just as easily. “Well, then I won’t force you to waste an extra gesture of politeness. I’m surprised you’ve come to seek me specifically. Uncharacteristically amiable of you, not to be rude, but I thought you preferred to avoid me when possible. What throe led you to this spontaneous feat?” He raised his eyebrows at her gently, indicating no intentional discourtesy.
Darya looked slightly surprised. What had given him the impression that she generally cared to avoid him? Oh, right. Well, maybe she could see where he got that idea from, though she had thought that their after school conversation a few days ago had been something like pleasant. She had assumed that he had figured out that she found him interesting, but maybe she had been wrong.
"I find you interesting," she said, going for simple, blunt honesty. "I wasn't aware that I had given you the impression that I wised to avoid you. I don't." Darya sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I suppose we got off on the wrong foot," she absently remarked, more to herself than to him. That wasn't to say she expected to become bosom buddies with her quiet classmate; really, she would be surprised (though pleased, even if she didn't quite want to admit that to herself yet) if that happened. But that didn't mean it would hurt to talk to him. "You're stubborn and you know how to argue. I like that in a man," she stated dryly.
Sometimes Darya really couldn't help herself. Pushing people's buttons was one of her favourite things to do.
Was he supposed to be…flattered? Kyouya stared at his classmate, eyes squinting just a little. He was always careful, and she seemed reasonably honest about what she just said. Of course, he didn’t take her to be a liar, but he wasn’t so liberal in exchanging compliments especially when he started off on the wrong foot with someone. She wasn’t just a customer, Kobayashi Darya had started off as somewhat of a childish rival, and Kyouya was willing to compromise, but still unable to shake the wariness of any more future collisions.
“Well that’s very flattering,” he finally said, with a slight tilt of his head. “I guess we could come to better terms. I agree it would be easier for both of us, as we seem to looking at many more meetings in the future, being in the same class and all.”
Darya was slightly disappointed that her compliment hadn't thrown Kyouya through a loop, but she supposed that that was one of the things that made him fascinating. He hadn't reacted like she had expected, and Darya calmly returned his gaze as he stared at her. She broke eye contact and with a small smile she inclined her head, accepting his response.
"It seems we've reached some sort of accord, then." It didn't guarantee that there wouldn't be any future butting of heads, but it was something. Not that Darya would mind any more arguments. "It would be rather tiresome to ignore each other." Darya looked back up at him before her eyes went back to his laptop.
"Lost what you were working on?" she asked sympathetically, deciding a change of subject would be good. A 'let's be friends!' discussion was a long time coming for them, and at the moment an uneasy truce suited Darya just fine.
Reminded of his casualties, Kyouya grimaced down at his laptop. “Yes, unfortunately,” he said. Then he remembered that the perpetrator was still around and snapped his attention over to the blonde looming behind Darya near the table. “Actually, before you arrived, Tamaki and I were just about talking of the upcoming Bake Off. I wonder if you’ve heard of it?”
"Here, now. Let me see," she said, glancing sideways at her classmates for a moment, one eyebrow raised. If it had been anyone but Kyouya, she would have placed a hand on his shoulder in a soothing gesture, but somehow she didn't think the dark haired boy would take kindly to the gesture. She was pleased to see that there was no obvious physical damage to the laptop. It probably meant the problem was simple. With a small smile, she pressed the 'on' button, hoping it would do something and not just continue to sit there like a lump of useless plastic and computer components. A soft purr of computer noises greeted them. "Well, at least it isn't broken."
Really, she probably shouldn't sound so amused, but she didn't think she'd ever seen Kyouya so close to visibly losing his temper.
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Once the computer was function properly, Kyouya checked his files, and his expression turned a bit sour seeing his work blown away. Still, he reminded himself, there were several fragile customers here and now was not the time to unleash his inner demon. Reluctantly pushing his laptop aside, he then came to the realization that Miss Kobayashi Darya was uncomfortably in close proximity with him. “Kobayashi-san,” he said a little icily, then shrugged around in his chair until he was turned and facing her, but not before shooting Tamaki a look that definitely said the blonde would answer for the work that was further delayed at the expense of his attention. “Thank you, good afternoon, and what brings you to the Club today?” Then he remembered to put on a nice smile. All for business purposes......of course.
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"You're welcome, good afternoon, and I'm here to talk to you." She smiled mildly, though warmly, not even bothering to seem like she wasn't watching him. "I'd ask you were doing, but that's rather apparent. Unless you want to say you're perfectly peachy; I won't believe you, but I'll nod and smile anyway." With that she shrugged and leaned back in the chair, folding her arms over her stomach and getting comfortable. Darya knew there was a good chance she was just annoying him, but she also knew there was little to no chance that he'd deny a paying customer.
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Well, maybe not a tad.
Resting an arm on the tabletop near his laptop smoothly, Kyouya tried to broaden his smile just as easily. “Well, then I won’t force you to waste an extra gesture of politeness. I’m surprised you’ve come to seek me specifically. Uncharacteristically amiable of you, not to be rude, but I thought you preferred to avoid me when possible. What throe led you to this spontaneous feat?” He raised his eyebrows at her gently, indicating no intentional discourtesy.
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"I find you interesting," she said, going for simple, blunt honesty. "I wasn't aware that I had given you the impression that I wised to avoid you. I don't." Darya sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I suppose we got off on the wrong foot," she absently remarked, more to herself than to him. That wasn't to say she expected to become bosom buddies with her quiet classmate; really, she would be surprised (though pleased, even if she didn't quite want to admit that to herself yet) if that happened. But that didn't mean it would hurt to talk to him. "You're stubborn and you know how to argue. I like that in a man," she stated dryly.
Sometimes Darya really couldn't help herself. Pushing people's buttons was one of her favourite things to do.
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“Well that’s very flattering,” he finally said, with a slight tilt of his head. “I guess we could come to better terms. I agree it would be easier for both of us, as we seem to looking at many more meetings in the future, being in the same class and all.”
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"It seems we've reached some sort of accord, then." It didn't guarantee that there wouldn't be any future butting of heads, but it was something. Not that Darya would mind any more arguments. "It would be rather tiresome to ignore each other." Darya looked back up at him before her eyes went back to his laptop.
"Lost what you were working on?" she asked sympathetically, deciding a change of subject would be good. A 'let's be friends!' discussion was a long time coming for them, and at the moment an uneasy truce suited Darya just fine.
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