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 Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 6:03 pm
"Fine, fine!" he laughed. The boy responded by skipping merrily over to the bed and throwing himself upon it, causing the whole great thing to shift very slightly on the floor, several pillows flying off of it and thudding heavily on the plush carpeted floor. He laid there on the bed for a few minutes, his hands folded on his stomach, trying not to watch Alcy but the ceiling above his head. His eyes kept flickering in her direction, however, so he opted to close them, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He concentrated on his breathing for a moment, and the erratic thud of his heart, and before he knew it, he had nodded off on top of his sheets. His mind was filled with scenes of friendship and romance courtesy of Tamaki's Inner-Mind Theatre.
He smiled in his sleep and a blush rose to his face, his hands grasping at the air above his head. "Sh-shaaare you! J-J-Je t-t'aime!" he muttered, his voice lush, before rolling over onto his side, folding his hand under his flushed cheek. His golden hair shimmered as he moved, and his slim but muscled chest rose and fell with each raspy breath; the perfect image of an innocent sleeping prince.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:04 pm
Alcy sighed as she sorted through the clothing, both amazed and horrified and the sheer abundance of clothes. Jeez, why didn't we live this way at home? Mom and Dad maintain waaay too much of a normal lifestyle! She pulled out a few random articles that piqued her interest, including a vest that probably belonged with a tuxedo, a red sleeveless shirt with a design across the front that she could only describe as "trippy", and, of all things, a cravat. She held up the cravat in front of the vest for a moment, thinking. ..... he'd be dressed up like Edgeworth! she thought, her mind reeling as somewhere in the far corner of her brain, laughter rang, laughter coming from someone who knew that he'd look ridiculous in a cravat. Eventually, she found what could only be described as a cotton, short sleeved shirt/jacket with a hood, and brought that over with the red shirt and a pair of jeans she had managed to pull out, laying them on the bed and glancing up at Tamaki, smiling. "D'aaaw, he's asleep already..." she mused out loud, chuckling softly.
She jumped as he suddenly shifted on the bed, speaking in his sleep before he was still again. She blinked:je t'aime was one of about 5 French words in her vocabulary, only known due to her and her father's shared obsession with Monty Python's Flying Circus. ".... what the Hell could he possibly be dreaming about..." She muttered as she moved around to the side of the bed, crawling onto it enough so that she could reach him, trying to decide if and how she should wake him up. "Hey, Takkun..." she whispered, gently poking his arm, deciding that if he didn't wake up from that that she'd leave him be for a bit longer.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:36 pm
Tamaki twitched when she touched him and it seemed for a moment as if he wasn't going to wake up. He grunted very gently, and gave a little hiccuppy laugh that was very unlike his usual one. Then all at once, he sat bolt upright with his eyes wide and brows raised, his mouth a perfect surprised 'o', his arms thrown up as though he was surrendering. While doing this, his face came inappropriately close to hers, his mouth just a breadth away from hers. Her failed backwards as though propelling himself entirely with his pinwheeling arms, yelping as though he were not the male who had just advanced upon her, accidentally or otherwise. His ruddy cheeks darkened further, for the umpteenth time that afternoon. "S-sorry," he said, smiling shakily. "I seem to have been doing nothing but making a fool out of myself this afternoon." He rubbed at the back of his head, placing his feet on the floor. "I didn't realize I was that tired," he chuckled, smiling at her. "I cannot believe I managed to doze off like that!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 8:36 pm
Alcy froze as the distance between their faces seemed to drastically decrease in a very short time, only managing to scramble backwards herself as Tamaki flailed away, sitting hunched over on the edge of the bed as she gasped for breath, her entire face an even shade of red. Oh, dear lord, I don't know how much longer I can take this... She quickly glanced over her shoulder. "N-no, no, it's fine, I'm sure it's just because you're not feeling well...." She ran her fingers back through her hair with one hand as she pointed to the end of the bed with the other. "I laid some clothes out for you, if you still wanna go out.... Ah- I mean, er, uh, that is..." She stammered for a bit longer, before she sighed exasperatedly, slapping a hand to her forehead and slumping forward. What the hell is wrong with meeeee...
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 8:46 pm
Intrigued by her odd behavior, Tamaki slipped off the bed and walked around to her side, grasping her wrists in his hands and drawing her hand from her face gently. Leaning close and tilting his head slightly to the side, the curls of his slightly dampened hair tumbling above his brow to curl attractively about his cheek, the French boy peered at her curiously. "Are you alright Alcy-chan? Are you sure you want to go?" he asked innocently, but the expression he wore suggested that if she indicated otherwise that he might be terribly hurt. He remained close to her as he spoke, but took a tiny step back so he could look to see what she'd selected for him to wear. He grinned. "Aah, I will wear what Alcy has picked for me! Perhaps I will be your type, then?" he asked with a flirtatious wink. "What is Princess Alcy's type anyway?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:55 am
Alcy's eyes opened wider as her hands were taken away, her eyebrows furrowing upward as she gazed up at him, her lips pinched together in a sort of grimace til they nearly turned white, as if she were afraid of talking. She desperately wished that the blood would stop rushing to her face, but alas, as usual, her body didn't listen to her. "A-ah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine! I'll go, really, I want to. I'm just still not sure if you'll be alright, though..." Her eyes slid sideways, trying to ignore that face she couldn't say "no" to, and failing horrifically.
Her eyes snapped back to him again as he spoke, fighting harder and harder to maintain eye contact and act normal. "My... type?" Takkun's already my type... Her head snapped back at that thought, squinting angrily at the ceiling, although simply appearing to be lost in thought. No, no, there's no effing way I could possibly say that! Bad Alcy! Bad, bad Alcy! she scolded herself, trying to think of a better way to answer his last question without... she wasn't even sure what she wanted to avoid, she just knew she had to avoid it. Dammit, he's making this really hard... She allowed her head to fall forward again as she stared blankly into space, concentrating on a patch of carpet somewhere beyond Tamaki's ear. "I guess... I like guys who can make me laugh." She briefly glanced back up at Tamaki, flushing a little darker- well, it wasn't like she was lying... not many people amused her more than this kid did with his antics.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:34 pm
Tamaki had never envisioned himself as the class clown type, which is what he took her statement to mean, and put a hand to his chin dramatically in thought. He committed to his memory bank, nodding his head as though making some sort of inner revelation. He brought his fist down in his hand suddenly, turning to Alcy with fire burning in this eyes, practically looming over her, "I hope I can make you laugh, Alcy! I'd like very much to be considered your type." He smiled down at her, dazzlingly.
He took her by both her hands and pulled her into a standing position, crushing her to his chest with one arm wrapped around her waist. "Now, I must change before you find the strength to say no to this handsome face of mine," he joked, twirling and waltzing her towards the door, her feet barely touching the floor. He opened the door and gently placed her outside it, falling to one knee with her hand remaining lightly in his, a gentlemanly bow. "It will only be a second, ma cheri!" And he withdrew, the door falling closed gently behind him without him laying a hand on it, as if by magic.
As soon as he was out of sight, he rushed towards the bed, shedding his sleep pants and kicking them off ungracefully as they tangled around his foot. He donned the clothing she had laid out for him so meticulously, and looked at himself carefully in the mirror. He looked much better, but his cheeks were an unusual shade of red as though he was in a constant state of embarrassment- which it seemed as though he was as of late- and a few beaded strands of sweat remained on his brow until he dabbed them away with a silken handkerchief. He drew a comb through his golden locks to give his hair some much needed lift after lying on his sweaty pillow all morning. His selection of French cologne was spritzed on carefully in just the right places in a carefully measured amount suggesting years of practice- nothing could put a woman off more than an overbearing cologne.
Sure, these were not clothes that he would normally select for himself to wear, but that was what made this rather exciting, a breath of fresh air. And he looked positively stunning, as always. He tucked his wallet into his pocket and drew a rose from a vase near the door before opening the door and presenting it to his patient guest. "Taa daa! Are you impressed?" he asked, an irritatingly sincere smile planted upon his beautiful features.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 5:04 pm
Alcy watched him quietly as he thought, her head tilting to one side, slightly worried about what he could possibly be thinking about after hearing her statement. She twitched back in fright as he suddenly turned back to her with an almost scary face, raising one arm as if to shield herself. She opened her mouth, about to say something, when she was interrupted suddenly as she was pulled to her feet, suddenly getting swept away in the rushing current that was Tamaki's sheer enthusiasm for everything, leaving her to stare blankly as the door shut behind him.
.... where the hell does he get all that energy from.... she wondered, resting her head against the wall opposite his bedroom as the air around her seemed to turn dark. I mean, even when he's SICK.... She took a moment to take a deep breath before shaking her head vigorously, panting slightly from the effort as she roughly ran her fingers back through her hair, as it had started to flip outward more than gravity should have naturally allowed it. Alright, Alcy, you need to calm down.... just act normally, this is no different from when we're hanging out at the club, except he's sick and there's currently no one else around.... She twitched slightly. That's not helping. Okaay, uh, just take some deep breaths and act cool. She did just that, and by the time Tamaki had re-exited his room, she had managed to somewhat compose herself.
She cocked an eyebrow as she took the rose, peering at it curiously. "Where the hell do you keep getting these things from, man?" she asked, snickering lightly before turning to answer his question, giving him a quick once-over: well, he was easier for her to handle now, what with being properly dressed, but he had also cleaned himself up considerably, leaving him just as ridiculously pretty (yes, pretty) as ever..... oh, what the hell. She grinned, throwing one arm forward with a thumbs-up attached to it. "Lookin' good, Takkun!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 7:07 pm
All former feelings of illness immediately forgotten when he laid eyes on her, Tamaki's face broke into yet another smile and a low chuckle escaped him as he closed his bedroom door behind him. "I can't reveal all of my hostly secrets, Alcy-chan!" he told her, offering her his arm while throwing the other wide to emphasize his point, as though he had some multitude of 'Hostly secrets' hidden away somewhere. He looked down at her and his eyes shone, and he gave her a confidential wink. "But I will reveal one of them to you; getting to know people such as yourself makes everything the club does worth while."
"But I am very glad you approve of the outfit you have selected for me! I really rather like it."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 7:20 pm
Alcy pouted as she hooked her elbow around his arm. "But how else am I going to learn how to be a good hostess? Meanie!" She frowned as hard as she could in an attempt to show how displeased she was by this, but, of course, she could never maintain a serious face for too long, grinning happily up at him. "Nyaha~, people like me? Well," She snickered, "I guess we do get our share of weirdos visiting the club, don't we?"
She smirked as he complimented the outfit she had put together for him, her eyes closing as a glint of light reflected off the edge of her glasses. "Well, well, I suppose I do have excellent taste, ne~?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 7:56 pm
"You're doing fine," he assured her, nodding his blond head. He stopped short when she called herself a weirdo, blinking in surprise. "B-but that's not what I... That's not what I meant!" he yelped, shaking his head almost violently from side to side. He looked at her with watery eyes. "I think Alcy-chan is wonderful!" He put his hand on the arm she had linked through his warmly, squeezing her fingers.
Tamaki made an ordeal out of leading her down the main staircase, going as far as to be sure than he reached the landing first so he could await her final descent upon one knee with a hand outstretched, before raising his head to look at her. "Where shall we go today, Princess?" he asked, his voice mellow and his expression sweet. It was as though somewhere his Host-mode switch had just been reverted into over-drive. His brilliant smile and smoldering gaze were nothing to scoff at, by any means.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:18 pm
Alcy merely laughed at his objection to her being a weirdo, figuring there wasn't any point in arguing about something like that, although she flushed slightly as she felt the slight squeeze of his hand, reminding herself repeatedly to just act normal.
A strange smile spread across her face as he kneeled at the bottom of the stairs, one that clearly read 'What the heck is this guy doing?', before she took a moment to glance down at herself: yep, she was still in that flimsy, too-small tank top and those old shorts. She grinned sheepishly down at him, rubbing the back of her head, wishing that she had stopped to change into something less.... she couldn't think of the word, but she wish she had taken the time before barreling out of her apartment. "Ehehehe.... The heck kinda princess do I look like?"
She brushed it off after a bit, though, and tried to think of someplace to go. "Eeeeeetto.... I don't really care, there were a bunch of places that you mentioned that sound fine.... although..." She smiled after a moment. "It might be fun to see WALL-E for, what, the 7th time..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 9:20 pm
"A beautiful Princess," he said with certainty, nodding his head.
"Do you want to go to the movies, Alcy?" asked Tamaki thoughtfully. He took in her appearance, thoughtfully. "If we go to the movies we should probably stop by your house to get you a jacket or something," he decided, his mouth falling at in worried slant. He rested a hand upon the railing, nonchalantly placing his weight upon it, trying to watch his friend through a sudden haze that obscured his vision. "Or an even better idea~ You can let Daddy take you shopping and we can buy you a pretty dress... I'd like to see Alcy-chan in a dress some time," he mused, as though he was having a hard time focusing on the topic at hand. His mind became cluttered with images of Alcy dressed in cocktail dresses, summer dresses, elegant dresses, and all of them utterly feminine.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 7:16 am
Alcy blinked for a moment, before blushing furiously, smacking a hand to her face and slowly pulling it down, taking a deep breath as if trying to restrain herself. How is it that he can say something like that to me so simply, and actually mean it...
She shrugged after a moment, sighing tiredly- they hadn't even gone anywhere yet, and already she felt exhausted: so it was with spending any too-long amount of time with Tamaki. "I dunno, the movies sound fine, but like I said, whatever works for me." She frowned slightly as he suggested getting her something different to wear, looking down at herself again and reluctantly agreeing that it probably was a good idea. "I guess we could do that.... but," she continued as she frowned back up at him, squinting a bit, her lips pinched into a tight, hard line, "It's gonna take a lot of convincing to get me into a dress. I can barely stand the school uniform as it is."
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 7:14 pm
"But you look beautiful in the uniform!" Tamaki protested, folding his arms and sulking childishly. He took her hands in his own and pulled her close to him, rubbing his nose delicately upon hers in the fashion of an eskimo kiss. "You'd do it for daddy, wouldn't you? he asked her, blinking his large blue eyes at her appealingly, giving both of her hands a gentle squeeze in his own, her skin refreshingly cool against his. Even his nose was warm.
He drew away very slightly and smiled softly. "But if you really don't want to, I think you're perfect the way you are," he muttered almost shyly, averting his eyes momentarily, moving his pinky finger along the stem of the rose she still held in her hand.
Mirelle took this moment to wander into the hallway, headed for Tamaki's bedroom, when she laid eyes upon the pair. Being a hopeless romantic of sorts, she threw herself behind the nearest piece of furniture and decided to watch the events unfolding before her. Young love in action! she thought with an air of determination. It was about time young Suoh-sama found a girl to call his own instead of wandering from female to female in that club of his.
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