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[daddydaioh]

Who: hexyoutotuesday & daddydaioh
Where: a park somewhere
Summary: date night! By which I mean, Jinx was being sarcastic and Tamaki (in fine Host Club mentality) took her up on it and oh he's also got a gift to give her and neither of them know what they're getting into but this will probably end in theatrics at the least and possibly park destruction.
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[hexyoutotuesday]

With the way Tamaki was responding to her, the laughter set back in full force. God, it hurt. She clutched her stomach, doubled over, and nearly fell backwards. It made her almost want to cry. Almost. She managed to hold that one back. There was one good thing that had come out of this "date." It had been a long time since Jinx had genuinely laughed this hard.

"Okay, okay! Y-You have to st-stop!" she tried to tell him between gasping for breath and giggles. Even her cheeks were sore now. She took a moment to gain composure and managed to stand up straight. The girl took a deep breath, exhaled shakily, and forced the fit to pass.

"You've technically kissed a girl? There's no technical about it. Either you've stuck your tongue in someone else's mouth or you haven't." Jinx's definition of kissing was rather straight to the point. There was something to be said about a blunt, forward young woman. There were many things to be said. "And there's much more intimate things to do than a lame candlelit dinner. Do you not understand a cliché?" Then again, imagining looking across the table at Yukimi through the dim, flickering light... "Dates usually mean getting drinks, pretty boy."

Once again, she had to fight back laughter, but this time she held her composure much better. "What the hell is a host, anyway? Is that like some sort of escort service? Because you are the worst escort I've ever seen. Sorry Tamaki, but you're anything but a Tomcat. More like a little boy." She put her finger against her chin and grinned at him. Oh, he was funny.

[daddydaioh]

Stuck his tongue? Tamaki stared at her for a minute. Oh, 'French' kissing--well, the French didn't strictly kiss like that; it was technically a misnomer! "But that's not true! That's just one way! There are many ways to kiss people! You just picked one, but that doesn't mean that it's the right way!" She couldn't argue with that, surely! "And there can be drinks at a candlelit dinner! Traditionally, I think, they serve wine, but most restraunts will make things that you like."

Ah, but the question of a HOST! That was something that Tamaki could warm to. "Hosts are nothing like cats!" he informed her loftilly, tossing his hair. "They are--well, it's not an escort service! It's a school club, you see! We have meetings, and we entertain princesses! Usually with tea, of course, but there are events, too--ah, when I left, we were just planning Pirate Day! And Kyouya would have transformed the Third Music Room into a pirate ship, and we would eat pirate food, and--oh, maybe there would be an ocean! That would be lovely!"

He was hardly concious of Jinx anymore, but stared off into space, imagining the beauty of Pirate Day. The smell of salt water! The creak of the ropes! The delightfully off-color pirate shanties, and--oh, would he wear an eyepatch? Would that marr his handsome face too much? Or would it look dashing?

[hexyoutotuesday]

Tamaki, for once, was right about something. There were many ways to kiss people. She had just tested that theory the other night. And the night before that. There was that day by the lake, too. A proud smile crept over her face as she was lost in thought for that moment. In her opinion, there were many right ways to kiss someone, and right places, so long as it felt nice. There had been nothing right about kissing Edgeworth, though. Her smile faded. No, nothing at all right about that one. She still felt the need to jump Yukimi the next time she saw him just to make up for that horrible mistake. Well, jumping him would probably happen anyway, as it did, but this time there had been forethought.

Right. Tamaki was still talking. She probably should have been listening. Something about a school club and pirates. Was he in pirate club? No, that would be silly. He had mentioned something or another about hosts again. A host club? No, that was even stupider. At least pirates were realistic. Jinx would have asked him to repeat himself if she cared more.

Watching the pretty idiot, she noticed he was an absolute space case. Maybe if she walked away slowly, he would not notice. Or if she walked away quickly. Ran. Teleported. Oh, the ability to teleport would be so damn handy. She wondered if Yukimi could teach that to her. But instead of fleeing, she decided to crash Tamaki's reality again. Because it was funnier.

"So, you entertain girls, you say?" At least that's what she kind of heard. Maybe. Jinx grinned from ear to ear and approached him again. "I'm not entertained anymore. You're an absolute failure, Tomcat." Perhaps it had been a club about hosting. Imagining Tamaki as a pirate was impossible. He was much too clean, pretty, sober, and virginal. Once again, she flopped her arms around his neck and looked up at him, fluttering her eyelashes. "You haven't even offered to buy me ice cream." Which she hated almost every flavor of. "I'm hurt." Watching him, she began to purr. Literally. Jinx like a pleased cat it rumbled in her throat.

[daddydaioh]

Oh--what? As Jinx began talking again, the music of the sea faded abruptly, like a radio with the sound turned down too quickly. And Haruhi had been about to enter the scene, with a cute little headscarf and a piratical dress, and boots, and a sword in a sash, and a--

Oh, she was coming over to him again? Oh, she was--okay, well, arms around bis neck again, and eyelashes, that was okay! Hosts were used to that! "Ice cream," he repeated, staring down at her. She wanted to eat ice cream? My, she certainly had a wandering attention span! Well, no matter! Date always involved purchasing food for a beautiful girl, so Tamaki had come prepared!

"Ice cream!" he said again, beaming down at her. "All right! What kind would you like? Cone or cup? Spoon or f--" He paused. "Is that sound you? What a loud stomach! My, you really are hungry, aren't you~! You should have mentioned earlier--ah, no, it's my fault, really; where are my manners!"

[hexyoutotuesday]

At least now his attention was off inviting her over for dinner. It was away from her little slip up earlier. He had even seemed to have forgotten she was a powerful and dangerously sorceress. Did he even have his pretty head screwed on straight? Tamaki sure was an idiot.

As he was talking, she was close to playing with his hair. That would probably get another funny rise out of him. Or perhaps she could go with something classic and touch his neck again. This time when he slipped away from her, she would watch him more closely to see exactly how he had moved that quickly. Her fingers were about to reach up to the back of his head when he commented on her purring... then mistook it for her stomach growling.

Her eyes narrowed at him. Jinx had always been a bit self conscious of her weight. Really, she needed to be. Pudgy villains were not taken seriously, an fat gymnasts could not throw themselves like gravity did not matter. She worked very hard to maintain her thin, muscular form, and damned if her stomach growling meant anything. It was not even her stomach. Was he that thick? The purr stopped and she bought one hand around to his face. She grabbed Tamaki's chin between her thumb and forefinger, claws resting lightly on his skin, keeping his eyes focused on her. "I thought you said you were an expert on cats, you imbecile. Can't even recognize when one's purring right there in front of you."

She released him completely and began to walk away for the second time. "Worthless, pretty boy."