The first day Lloyd-kun played for them in the Host Club, Kyouya wasn't aware that someone could make a violin sound so much like a singing voice. It was something that Lloyd-kun had called 'Lacrimosa', and Kyouya didn't know how the other teen managed to make the sounds of several other instruments as well.
"I think I need to introduce him." Tamaki says as Lloyd-kun played another song while the Hosts tore down. The clients, or at least a good many of them, stood in the hallway beyond, or out in the courtyard in front as some windows were opened, listening. "But what as..."
"Well, Athletic fits him well." Kyouya says, thinking of a way to best balance the music and the time for the other teen to talk, for maximum profit making time. "But same could be said for all his friends."
"Musical is an option,"
"But outside of actually playing,"
"He doesn't spontaneously sing,"
"Or anything like that." The twins say, swapping back and forth.
"What are we talking about?" Lloyd-kun plunks himself in a chair with them, sitting in it backwards. As everyone glances at him, he grins, and takes out a piece of wood and a small knife. Under their gazes, and barely looking at his tanned hands, he started carving.
"... Artistic." Tamaki says, slowly. "Arts include music."
"Come to think of it,"
"He does seem to have shavings on him often." The Hitachiin twins say, watching Lloyd.
"Lloyd-sempai." Haruhi-chan also seemed to have gotten permission to use the boy's first name rather than his family name, as she leaned over to look at the wood. "Is that...?"
"Ootori-san?" Lloyd-kun asks with a smile. "Un. It is." As the other Hosts crowded closer, Lloyd-kun raised the hand with the figure. Indeed, although the wood was still only roughly in the shape of a human, one hand was raised to a short haired head, the other arm holding the first's elbow, the legs little more than carved down to the loose shape.
"May I see?" Kyouya asks, and Lloyd-kun nods and hands the piece over. It's passed briefly about the Hosts, then back to Lloyd-kun, who resumes carving. "... Lloyd-kun, would you like to carve figures of Hosts to sell?" Lloyd-kun blinked up at him, his fingers moving about without him watching to carve neatly the lines of the coat, wrinkles and all.
"Ah... I guess." Lloyd-kun blinks, looking across the Hosts. "I can make interlocking ones." The Twins moved away as Kyouya brought up his folder.
"30% final bidding price for each sold." Kyouya offers, sitting next to his year mate.
"15% for me and you supply the wood. I keep the first of any person I make, and the rest you can sell." Lloyd-kun counter offers. The Hosts blink as Lloyd-kun lowered the profit he'd make. "No matter what kind of wood you choose, I always get 15%. If you want high quality wood, then that's your gamble." Lloyd-kun says at the incredulous looks. "I haven't looked into painting them yet, so I can't color them."
"How long have you been carving?" Kyouya asked while watching the little him in Lloyd-kun's hands take on more of a firm Kyouya look.
"Ages." Lloyd-kun shrugs a little. "I have a tiny bit of an insomnia problem, helps me sleep. I like to keep my hands busy, so when I'm not doing something else, it works. I can bring some other figures in, I have a ton of them." He did pause there, eyeing Kyouya a little. "They aren't for sale, though."
"Please do."
"Here ya go." Lowell-sempai was carrying another short box behind Lloyd-kun as the brunette came with the promised figures to show. "... So this is what you've been doing." Lowell-sempai said with a smirk as he looks about the music room in mid-prep stage.
"Yeah. Playing music here." Lloyd-kun says as he sets his box on a table and begins pulling little people out of it. "Give me a hand?"
"Sure, sure." Lowell-sempai helped Lloyd-kun arrange his figures in neat rows on the table. When their allotted chores were done, the Hosts moved to look. Lloyd was rather good, even if all the people wore somewhat strange things.
"So what's the condition for staying here?" Lowell-sempai looked about. Kyouya pushed his glasses up, glad the senior was so laid back.
"You talk to ladies who ask to speak to you." Kyouya says, walking to stand near the slightly taller senior. "You may take tea with them, or coffee, or snacks, if you wish. Tamaki will likely assign you a stereotype, and the girls will expect you to be at least somewhat of that type."
".. Sounds like fun." Lowell-sempai smirked at him.
"You will occasionally dress up in cosplay with the rest of the Hosts." Kyouya adds.
"Cosplay?" Lowell-sempai tilts his head. "Like Improv.?"
"More or less. A costume with a story to it, that fits in with the rest." Kyouya agrees.
"I can do that." Lowell-sempai shrugs.
"Welcome to the Host club, Lowell-sempai." Kyouya offers his hand.
"Call me Yuri, Lowell's too formal." Lowell, or Yuri-sempai, took his hand in the one appropriate for shaking, and Kyouya was treated to a firm handshake from a well callused hand.
"Very well, Yuri-sempai." Kyouya pushed his glasses up again. "If you would give measurements to the Hitachiin twins, they can make sure they can produce costumes in your and Lloyd-kun's sizes."
"Right-o." Yuri-sempai wandered over to the twins.
"Oh, Father." Kyouya calls for Tamaki.
"Yes, Mother?" Tamaki comes over.
"You have two new Hosts." Kyouya says. "Yuri-sempai and Lloyd-kun have agreed."
"That's marvelous! I shall get to work planning their introduction!" Lloyd-kun sneezes as he sets up more of his figures.
"For the first of our two new Hosts, we have Aurion Lloyd-kun, the 'Artistic' type!" Tamaki gestures to the empty couch, where the brunette boy suddenly back flipped into the seat, twisting to land properly. In gasps and scattered applause, he grinned, waved, and pulled out a new block of wood and the small carving knife. "Lloyd-kun's time is limited, because he shall be producing lovely music for your time here!" Lloyd-kun waved again.
"And the other is Lowell Yuri-sempai, the 'Vigilante-" Tamaki was in mid gesture when Yuri-sempai cut him off.
"-rejected." Yuri-sempai said, wriggling a finger in his ear. Tamaki gaped like a fish for a moment, then tried again.
"The 'Sarcastic-"
"Not gonna happen." Yuri-sempai cut him off again, stretching.
"The 'Knight-"
"Been there, done that, didn't work out." Yuri-sempai again shoots him down.
"'Knight in shining armor'?" Another male comments, the door opening again. "Yuri? Try 'thief in stolen armor'."
"Hey! I never actually lifted anyone's armor!" Yuri-sempai stops leaning against a pillar and points for the blond head that made way through the group of girls. "Well, other than that one man in Heliord, but we returned it right after!"
"Um..." Tamaki blinks at the blond young man. "Who are you?" Lloyd-kun blinks, and puts down the piece of wood, which was already starting to look like a human, and picking up a piece of music, flashing the title to Kyouya, and sliding away to start playing.
"Scifo Flynn." Scifo-san says, walking up to Yuri-sempai. "Do you know how long it took me to find you?" Scifo-san grabs onto Yuri-sempai's collar.
"Two, three hours?" Yuri-sempai ignored the grip, looking completely at ease despite it, and the muttering of the clients.
"Try two days!" Scifo-san wasn't very happy with Lowell-sempai, his grip in the dark violet haired senior's coat tightening. "I was waiting for you to show up!"
"Well, it was your brilliant idea to slip it to Estelle that I'd never been to school, so it's your fault!" Yuri-sempai retorted. Tamaki had since slunk off to a corner in a depressed hunch. Kyouya looked between Scifo-san, and Yuri-sempai, and came to the realization they were the same age.
"You need your education!" Scifo-san says back. "But that doesn't mean you get to run out on me!"
"Yes, it does!" Yuri-sempai retorts. "And besides, I was in school that day, so education first!" What Yuri-sempai did with Scifo-san's arm wasn't really seen, but the blonde man was sent skidding back.
"No cheating!" Scifo-san said, although he was smiling a bit.
"Who say's that's cheating?" Yuri-sempai was smirking as he raised his left hand, his right hand half curled at his side. "You never said there were any rules!" The two young men ran at each other, but Mori-sempai was fast enough to grab both of them by the back of the shirt.
"...No fighting inside the club room." Mori-sempai says. "Take it outside."
"... He's got a point." Yuri-sempai and Scifo-san say at the same time.
"Mother..." Tamaki whined, grabbing onto Kyouya's arm. "He's being rebellious! He's not listening to me and my names!"
"Oh, so I'm the 'Rebel' type?" Yuri-sempai asks as Mori-sempai let him down. "...I like it."
"Suits you to a T." Scifo-san mutters. "Yuri, when are you out of school?"
"Sundays." Yuri-sempai straightens his undone shirt, glancing around as he registered Lloyd-kun's violin music. "There's a random hill out in school property, we could probably use that rather than a park." Somewhere along the line of the rather bizarre confrontation, Hermes-sempai had slipped in with Coolidge-san and the Fon Fabre Twins, all four of them looking amused.
"... Lowell-sempai, how old are you?" Haruhi-chan followed the older student with a tray of cups to his table.
"22." Yuri-sempai ruffled Haruhi-chan's hair as she stopped in shock, took the tray from her and sat down. "So, what do we have here..." Yuri-sempai got explanations from a cheery Honey-sempai as to what the tea snacks where, as evidently the elder senior had no idea about them. Scifo-san had already left, apologizing politely to the clients as he went. Girls scattered and went to their Hosts, some studying Lloyd-kun's work, others waiting for the brunette to finish at the empty couch for them. Yuri-sempai evidently got enough of an education in sweets from Honey-sempai as the small blond also got his hair ruffled by the elder senior. Mori-sempai and Honey-sempai stare at the dark violet haired senior. "What?" Yuri-sempai smirked at both of them. "You want one too?" Mori-sempai blinked in the middle lifting Honey-sempai.
"...Aa." Mori-sempai gave his affirmative noise. Yuri-sempai blinked, then smirked again, balancing on his toes to be able to reach the taller senior's head and give his hair the same treatment.
"There ya go." Yuri-sempai smirked at the two, then took his seat again to the giggles and cries of cute from the waiting clients of all three. And Host Club started. A little delayed, but oh well.
"Say, Lloyd, what's the song?" Yuri-sempai called over in the middle of answering a question, a slightly strange look to his grey eyes.
"S'called 'Nylen'." Lloyd-kun said, stretching as he sets his instrument down.
"Ahh." Yuri-sempai says, before finishing the answer that yes, he hadn't gone to school before Ouran, and he was only at this level because he'd managed to pick up that much on his own. He took his tea cup and tapped it against the golden bangle-bracelet at his left wrist. "Cheers, Captain Awesome."
"On the day, isn't it?" Scifo-san, or was it sempai? He was an adult, true, but likely at college due to his clothes. Kyouya decided to give him the mental tag of –sempai, and the verbal one of –san for a while. Just in case he could make important ties with him. In any case, the blonde friend of Yuri-sempai was back, and this time, with a bento. "Hope you're having fun wherever you are." Scifo-sempai did the same, a water bottle instead of a tea cup, but he knocked it against the bangle on Yuri-sempai's wrist as well.
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