Whoopie. Another fic.
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Inspired by
sciathan_file (who wanted Tamaki with glasses) and her Instrumentation drabble.
Title: Please Ignore the Lord...
Pairing: None.
Rating: PG
Genre: General, Humor
Disclaimer: I own nada.
Summary: Tamaki was at it again -- cue the sigh.
Spoilers: None.
Please Ignore the Lord...
Haruhi turned around after picking up a tray of emptied drinks and nearly dropped the silver platter in surprise.
"S-sempai?" she called out, somewhat startled. During the three minutes she had spent pouring drinks and serving coffee, the Third Music Room had somehow managed to acquire a variety of objects that hadn't been there before.
"Well, Haruhi," Tamaki said, gesturing with a flourish to the crowded space next to where the piano used to be before it was covered up and blocked out of sight. "How do you like it?"
Mona Lisa (she assumed that it was a copy, but she could never be sure because she wouldn't put it past them to actually bring/buy the real painting to school, granted that it was a priceless treasure) was propped up on an eisle next to a drapped Michelangelo's David which was somewhat covered due to the assortment of silver and gold things (weapons, she realized). There were many more things, but something else caught her attention.
Tamaki had not taken it well when their efforts at a musical performance day went down the drain. Instead, he had opted for doing something else.
And now he was standing in the middle of the room, dressed in a white smock with a beret hanging precariously off of one side of his head. And he was wearing a fake mustache. And glasses. And was that a paintbrush behind his ear?
"Come now, Haruhi. I'm sure that our art exhibition will go along much better!"
"Tono," the twins chorused, "that's what you said last time."
"Besides," Kaoru chimed, "I think you'd better give the glasses back."
Tamaki faltered. "B-but, he doesn't need them, does he? I thought he had perfect vision - these glasses aren't prescripted!" An object to his head was the answer as Kyouya threw half of a pencil at the Host King, knocking the beret and a splash of colors (paint?) into the air.
Haruhi blinked at Tamaki sprawled on the floor, the twins, the random collection of 'art' in the room, and a glasses-less Kyouya (who had a tick on his forehead, a folder in one hand and half of a snapped pencil in the other). She then decided to take the best course of action in this situation by turning around, walking in the opposite direction, ignoring Tamaki's shouts and forgetting everything she had seen after picking up the tray of drinks.
Fin.
I need to write more. And I need to get my computer fixed. And I need Internet at my apartment.... *le sigh*
~ Ika