Isn't it perfect? [closed, ongoing]

[quite_excitable]

Characters: Suoh Tamaki, Ootori Kyouya, Eclair Tonnere
Content: Tamaki shows off an apartment to his friends, in hope of it being per~fect.
Location: Apartment... I'll pick out an exact spot for it soon.
Time of day: Noon-ish.
Warnings: Subtle tension and prettyboys? Nothing much.

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[latetorise]

The sun had already wound it's way through the display windows, as it always did once it was highest in the sky, falling across the store in bold streaks of warm color. Kyouya had been fortuitous enough to have been facing the back of the store. There was nothing he hated more than having the sun fully rouse him from sleep before he'd been ready. The light had fallen against Kyouya's back leaving the wake of comfortable heat against his person

[avant_tonnerre]

Eclair had been awake eyeing over an old newspaper, finding her english needed more practice, comfortably situated atop the counter where she'd pictured an old cash register to have been when Tamaki had first unleashed his attack with her native language

[quite_excitable]

That he had startled them both caught his eye but Tamaki rambled on, hoping his familiar tone would draw them back from being scared. It took him a moment, after hearing Kyouya in comparison to Eclair that french shouldn't be the assumed default language between them.

"Of course, thank you," he said to Eclair, after a pause. He immediately took to checking his sleeves to figure out which one it was he needed to sort out. Once he found it, he took care of it, long fingers working easily.

"Mademoiselle Tonnere is correct, my friend! Though I must add that nothing could possibly be wrong with me on a great day like this."

Striding over to his friends side, Tamaki leaned down to poke at his shoulders. It was nothing like he'd awoken Eclair the first day, far nearer to a nag than a soft waking. "Ky-yo-ya, we're going out to the apartment today. You really should be ready

[latetorise]

"You must be mistaken then." Another growl, though this one had worked it's way from his chest and into his throat