Kyouya went to France.
He went and saw Eclair.
"Hello Kyouya." She sat in a window seat, and stared at him with mischief in her eyes.
"Eclair."
"Would you like to sit?" Eclair motioned to the space in the window seat opposite from her.
Kyouya sat, as they stared calmly at each other.
"Well?" Eclair nodded.
"Well what?"
"Why did you come?"
"Thought you might get lonely and want some company." .
"True. I was lonely. I was considering getting a puppy." Eclair smiled
"Would you like a pudding?" Eclair handed him a pudding cup and spoon.
She turned and stared out the window at passing cars, sitting on her knees.
Kyouya did the same. They ate their pudding, until Eclair said,
"Would you like to play red car blue car?"
Kyouya raised an eyebrow.
"What's that?"
"When I see a red car I say, 'Red car!' and when you see a blue car, you say, 'Blue car!'. Ok?" Kyouya nodded.
There were a few moments of silence.
"Red car."
"Blue car."
"Black car." Eclair scowled.
"Black cars don't count."
"Black car."
"Hey! I thought you just said black cars don't count!" Kyouya prodded.
A servant came and brought them more pudding.
"When I'm with you, I feel like I'm six. We act like we are six, for that matter." Kyouya said, turning to face Eclair.
"Kyouya, all people are six. At least on the inside." She dabbed his nose with her spoon and got chocolate pudding on it. He wiped it off, and they went and sat at a table across from each other.
"Do you hate me?" Eclair asked, slurping her pudding.
"No."
"You should."
"Probably."
Eclair pulled out a bottle of black nail polish and began painting Kyouya's pinkie.
He just watched and ate his pudding.
When it was dry, she pulled out a tiny wooden stick and made intricate designs on it in white paint.
Kyouya lifted his hand and looked at it.
"Very nice."
"Thank you."
"But now that you've decorated my finger, I shall decorate your hand."
He pulled out a black pen and began drawing.
"It's remarkable, really." Eclair noted.
It was. It curled around her wrist and curved and twisted up her arm, until you couldn't see where it began or where it ended.
When he was finished, he drew a tiny heart with a 'k' in the middle near the bottom.
"Kyouya! Are you giving me your heart?" Eclair teased.
"Never."
Eclair giggled and dropped under the table.
Kyouya watched her, faintly amused.
She drew on his ankle, a tiny heart with an 'e' in the middle.
"Now you are mine." Kyouya dropped under the table with her.
They sat quietly, admiring their separate art pieces.
"Kyouya, shouldn't you be at school?"
"As a matter of fact, we have a week off for exams."
Eclair nodded.
"Does your school have breaks often?"
"Yes. We're off as much as actually in the school."
They sat back up on their chairs. Eclair looked curiously at him.
"Will you come visit me again?"
Kyouya smiled genuinely.
"So long as you give me pudding, I shall come."