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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 1:58 pm
Michael removed his glasses and ran his work roughened hands over his face, rubbing the exhaustion from his green eyes before replacing his glasses and picking up the folder in front of him. It was the printouts from the Host Club's tea account ever since his daughter had taken over. To his surprise all payments were on schedule and there had been no complaints on deliveries or quality of the tea. This was both a positive mark on his daughters performance and the management skills of the Host Club. The man's brows furrowed as he continued to read. The Host Club was ran by a Tamaki Suoh, but oddly enough it was the Vice Presidents name on all of the order forms. Michael decided then that it would be good to meet this young man and find out more about this Host Club and decide if he had really made the right choice on giving the account to his daughter. He didn't doubt her performance, but it was always a good idea to get the clients opinion. Reaching toward his phone Michael dialed the on file number and waited while it rang.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 8:05 am
Sprawled out on the bed with the last of his homework, Kyouya at first ignored the initial chime of his phone, penciling in the answer to one of the calculus equations. That finished, he glanced at the screen to see who was calling.
Not recognizing the number, he frowned slightly, but took the call, drawing his notebook toward him out of habit. "Moshi moshi. Ootori Kyouya speaking."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 2:12 pm
"Ah, good evening, I hope I'm not disturbing you." Michael said brightly, an obvious trait his daughter inherited from him. It took the man a moment to realize he hadn't introduced himself. "I apologize, my name is Michael Pandalaura, I'm Alana's father. I was hoping to arrange dinner with you sometime, to speak about the Host Club's tea account and how my daughter is slinging managing it."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:46 pm
"Ah, I see. No, I'd just finished what I was working on. It's no trouble," Kyouya reassured the older gentleman. He shifted to sitting upright, and opened the notebook across his lap to its calendar page. Connections are always good. "It would be my pleasure; she's been very helpful for us. What sort of timeframe were you looking at?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:26 am
((Sorry, thought I had replied to this. My brain is all muddled.)) Michael smiled and nodded as the boy spoke. "Ah, I was hoping you'd be free tomorrow." The man said hopefully. "You could come by the house about six. My kids have this thing they do at their brothers every week, so we can discuss business without being interrupted."
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 1:54 pm
"Hmm." Kyouya double-checked the date. Nothing planned with his family, but in his neat script there was a small notation about classes ... "I can attend, but I'm afraid I can't stay terribly late. I have a project due the next morning, and while it's close to finished at this point, I'll want to be sure it's completed to my standards. If that's acceptable, I'd be pleased to accept your invitation. Thank you, sir."
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 8:38 am
"No, of course, that would be perfect." Michael smiled. "I look forward to officially meeting you Mr. Ootori. Oh, before I forget. Do you need directions to the house?" The man asked, unsure if Kyouya had ever been to the house. His daughter wasnt tthe most forthcoming about her activities or friends.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 8:36 pm
Kyouya considered the question for a brief moment. "Yes, please. At least, the address, and any special instructions you think would be relevant. I'm certain my driver can find the location without any difficulty with that information. Thank you, sir." He shifted the page so that he could take down additional notes as needed.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 8:07 am
((Late reply is late, I'm so sorry > < )) Michael relayed the address and directions, it turned out the Pandalaura household wasn't far from the school at all. Though that was probably the reason why Strawberry ran to and from school instead of taking a car. "Dinner looks amazing, are you sure you wont join us?" Michael asked his daughter for the countless time since she had set up her little homework area in the kitchen while making dinner. "Nope, this is your business meeting, you and whoever you're meeting can enjoy your dinner, I will enjoy mine and finish my homework." The blonde smiled, standing on tip toe to fix her fathers tie before planting a kiss on his cheek. He was still in his work clothes; slacks, white button up with the sleeves rolled up, and jacket probably tossed across the back of his chair in his study. Michael adjusted his glasses and just smiled after his daughter, who of course was walking around in a pair of flannel pants and a panda tank top. "Well, atleast introduce yourself before he leaves." Michael suggested before turning to leave her alone. Somewhere in her eye rolling was a "whatever" gesture before her father left. Kyouya should be arriving anytime now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 9:00 pm
(( Extra-late reply is extra-late, so ... yeah. Short, because this isn't his home and I'm not sure how the Pandalauras run their household.)) As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and the sound was shortly followed by a calm, collected voice calling, "Irasshae.*" Kyouya paused in the entry to remove his shoes before stepping further into the hallway.(* Roughly translates to "Hello, the household. Forgive me for bothering you.")
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