Now arriving in Desai City, please exit the car to the left...
((OOC: This is now three weeks after his journal entry about Tamaki's visit to his home.))
Kyouya Ootori hefted the shoulder bag and tightened his grip on his suitcase trolley. The City of Desai Travel Agency was certainly pristine. White walls and steal as far as the eye could see. Kyouya could not help but think about the cost it would take to keep the large transit station clean for only just a week. He wondered if in this new city he would be calling home for a time, if he could hire some good cleaners to care for his new mansion in such a fashion.
He had to work hard for three weeks to make any sense of the information his friend and fellow (or maybe former) Ouran Host Club member Tamaki Suou sprouted off about Desai and Bacchus High School. Getting any information on Desai took time and money but Kyouya figured that it would be worth the time, effort, and money to know where exactly his friend was going. By the look of just the transit station the return for his work was going to be worth it. It was obvious that the city was indeed a rich one, a place where he could make himself an even larger fortune. One that would be his alone and not his father's or brothers'.
He took in a quick breath and steeled himself somewhere in this large other-worldly city was Tamaki (blissfully unaware of Kyouya's entrance into the city) and a fortune to be made, as well as many rich "friends" to be introduced to. Straightening himself out even more, though it was not necessary for he had perfect posture, he dragged the trolley behind him and headed over to the customs desk so that he might get a good head start towards building his own enterprise.
After ensuring that he had no weapons on his person Kyouya was rushed rather unceremoniously out the travel agency onto the streets of Desai. With sadly and rather vexingly no limousine outside for him.
Kyouya Ootori hefted the shoulder bag and tightened his grip on his suitcase trolley. The City of Desai Travel Agency was certainly pristine. White walls and steal as far as the eye could see. Kyouya could not help but think about the cost it would take to keep the large transit station clean for only just a week. He wondered if in this new city he would be calling home for a time, if he could hire some good cleaners to care for his new mansion in such a fashion.
He had to work hard for three weeks to make any sense of the information his friend and fellow (or maybe former) Ouran Host Club member Tamaki Suou sprouted off about Desai and Bacchus High School. Getting any information on Desai took time and money but Kyouya figured that it would be worth the time, effort, and money to know where exactly his friend was going. By the look of just the transit station the return for his work was going to be worth it. It was obvious that the city was indeed a rich one, a place where he could make himself an even larger fortune. One that would be his alone and not his father's or brothers'.
He took in a quick breath and steeled himself somewhere in this large other-worldly city was Tamaki (blissfully unaware of Kyouya's entrance into the city) and a fortune to be made, as well as many rich "friends" to be introduced to. Straightening himself out even more, though it was not necessary for he had perfect posture, he dragged the trolley behind him and headed over to the customs desk so that he might get a good head start towards building his own enterprise.
After ensuring that he had no weapons on his person Kyouya was rushed rather unceremoniously out the travel agency onto the streets of Desai. With sadly and rather vexingly no limousine outside for him.