THE ADVENTURES OF TAMAKI, KYOUYA, AND THE COMMONER'S DOLLAR STORE

[daddydaioh]

Who: daddydaioh & debtfinanced
Where: a commoner's dollar store!
Summary: Friday's Commoner-Style Dollar Savers Lucky Pot Beach Party requires supplies--and where better to try and find dollar saver supplies than at a DOLLAR STORE!
Warnings: sparkles and excitement and Kyouya might step on Tamaki's head.

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[debtfinanced]

This was already the worst trip ever. THE WORST.

Well… perhaps not the worst. Unlike his best friend, Kyouya was not the type to think in ridiculous, over-the-top, and frankly quite impossible hyperboles. There had, after all been many worse trips made over the centuries, among them the American Trail of Tears or the trip that the Russian Tsar and his family had to make from Petrograd to Siberia. However, all of those were highly irrelevant to the current trip, which while not horrible… could very well be Ohtori Kyouya’s very own trip to what might very well be his own demise.

Contrary to popular belief, as well as some of the thoughts that he often housed, he did not loathe spending time with Tamaki. In fact, one (an objective observer with access to the deepest, darkest corners of Kyouya’s mind) might even say that he rather enjoyed it. A person with a death wish might even say that he liked it.

Kyouya himself would word it that his spending time with Tamaki incurred a great intangible mutual benefit to both the Suou and Ohtori Groups.

So, Tamaki was not the problem. No, what made it nearly unbearable was where they were.

Unlike his best friend, Kyouya had never cared for commoner things. He had researched them accordingly in order to glean as much information about Haruhi as possible, but he had never had the same desire to be immersed in the lifestyle in the same way. Yet, as they went through the city at what could only be described as “breakneck pace”, the more Kyouya could see just how… unfortunate it was that both of them had to be here.

Perhaps he could think of it as yet another challenge. Though, instead of the promise of his father’s company, it would be the promise of a life of the rich and powerful. Or at the very least a life of safety, not just for him, but for Haruhi, Mori-senpai and Tamaki as well.

A life that must also be achieved by refusing to join a faction. Even though it would seem that there was a great deal of merit to be gained from doing so, Tamaki’s opposition of the matter each time Kyouya tried to subtly mention it to him was more than enough to decide the idea wasn’t even worth considering.

Perhaps that could be part of the challenge as well.

So Kyouya endured Tamaki’s endless enthusiasm, with only moderate disapproval, and tried his very best to ignore the feeling of absolute horror as they approached the Dollar Store at an all too uncomfortable pace.

“Tamaki. Your excitement is taking a rather unfortunate toll on my arm.” He said, wanting to adjust his glasses, yet unable to do so because his arm was otherwise… under siege.

[daddydaioh]

"What's wrong with your arm?" Tamaki favored the limb in question with a slight glance, then smiled up at Kyouya. He did not release his hold--he couldn't bring himself to! And who knew where Kyouya would go if he didn't keep a hold of him. No, no, they had to stay true to their destination. "It looks all right to me!"

Their destination. Tamaki stopped dead within about ten feet of the doors, staring at them in complete reverential awe. The Dollar Store. A thing of legend at this point--at least, in Tamaki's mind. A land flowing with cheap good and discount foods and beverages. He whirled around and seized onto Kyouya's shoulders instead, pulling him close, nose-to-nose.

"We've arrived," he conveyed in his best Secretive Voice. Very hush hush, this anticipation business. "Do you have the money prepared? Do you have your will prepared? We must be strong, Kyouya, and not spend more than our allotted budget!"

A pause and he drew back, furrowing his brow slightly and subsequently relaxing his grip on his best friend. "Er--what is our budget? Ah, and did you make a list of things that we need?"

/late forevarrrrr :|

[debtfinanced]

Kyouya had long since learned that there was little merit into ever walking into anything with Tamaki blindly. While it was not something he ever did, it was still important to make sure that every little detail was meticulously planned, lest Tamaki get sidetracked and drag him to some other location that could prove to be rather dangerous.

"I do not believe that a will will be necessary for this particular venture, Tamaki." And even if it was, he wanted to note that he had little in the way of any sort of assets to speak of. While he had at least one good lead on a moderately profitable job, in commoner's terms he was... well... broke.

Still, he had estimated that their combined funds would allow for purchases that were more than within their budget.

Particularly at a store with the... "quality" that this one appeared to have.

"We are to spend no more than sixty-five dollars total." Kyouya said as he reached into his back pocket for a neatly folded note, "and I am only permitting you to take no more than three extra items that are not on this list."

Yes, with the right mind, they could very well make it out of this alive and with their dignity intact.

not as late as meee ffff :|

[daddydaioh]

It didn't surprise him that Kyouya did not see the need for a will. A last will and testament could be of crucial importance before entering a store like this. Who knew what wonders and terrors awaited them behind those sliding glass doors? Who knew what trouble they could find themselves in, what inedible food they could sample, what cheap plastic trinket could fall and seriously concuss them? No, it was clearly more dangerous than Kyouya was thinking--or perhaps he was merely trying to be strong! Yes, that was probably it. Kyouya wasn't the type to suffer aloud, after all. Tamaki choked up a little just thinking about it. Ah, what a best friend he had! How selfless, how controlled!

But, anyways!

"Sixty-five dollars," Tamaki repeated, a little awed by the figure. It was so low! So common! Budgets were amazing little things--the true stuff of commoner life! Just the thought of commoners, headed off to the store with lists and budgets clutched in their hands was enough to make Tamaki smile. And now he was living it! Really living it! He seized the list from Kyouya and shook it open, scanning the contents quickly.

"RIGHT!" He clenched his fist around the list before he'd even finished perusing it, and, seizing onto Kyouya's arm again, dragged him towards the doors. "ONWARDS, KYOUYA, TO--THE DOLLAR STORE!"

The doors slid open before them. Artificially cooled air swept out. The scent of cheap plastic was high, but Tamaki strode bravely forward, his best friend in hand.

Inside, the stores were littered with commoner goods. Tamaki stopped dead for the second time, his heart fluttering.

"Kyouya," he instructed, flinging out one arm to point towards the stack of hand baskets beside the door. "Get one of those. Quickly!" And, breaking into a sprint, he headed straight for one of the shelves. Little tiny glasses in the shape of sandals! How charming! Ah, and here were glasses shaped like palm trees--in Canada! And here were glasses that said "WELCOME TO SIREN'S PORT" on them--oh, they were so cheap, they would probably break as soon as you poured a drink in them! Ecstatic, Tamaki gathered them all up in his arms and hugged them to his chest. This was the best trip ever!