But Kyouya is always there when Kyouya needs to be, so he's there -- leaning in the door frame, his own PCD in his hand. He looks as unruffled as he always does, but there's something odd in his eyes -- this place is hell and no one belongs here, much less people like them.
But he pushes himself off of the frame to turn Tamaki's PCD over, so the camera and the screen is off.]
Asking stupid questions is a waste of time, Tamaki.
[But even Kyouya can't put the right amount of dismissive irritation into his tone. Something is missing.]
It isn't as if we have anything else to do with our time.
[Kyouya will entertain him for as long as he needs to be entertained -- it's all he can do, really, to help. Which irritates and frustrates him even more. Kyouya loathes feeling helpless and out of control. Which is exactly what Adstringendum does.]
But Kyouya is always there when Kyouya needs to be, so he's there -- leaning in the door frame, his own PCD in his hand. He looks as unruffled as he always does, but there's something odd in his eyes -- this place is hell and no one belongs here, much less people like them.
But he pushes himself off of the frame to turn Tamaki's PCD over, so the camera and the screen is off.]
Asking stupid questions is a waste of time, Tamaki.
[But even Kyouya can't put the right amount of dismissive irritation into his tone. Something is missing.]
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[And again and again and again. Until the event ends.]
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[Kyouya will entertain him for as long as he needs to be entertained -- it's all he can do, really, to help. Which irritates and frustrates him even more. Kyouya loathes feeling helpless and out of control. Which is exactly what Adstringendum does.]
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