Honey shrugs his shoulders innocently, another giggle bubbling past his lips. They take the menus and Mori sits down, his eyes – nearly a glare – are fixed on the boy on the other side of the table.Īfter the waiter rushes away and leaves them in peace, Mori speaks again, this time his voice echoing an accusatory tone. “Okay,” he finally speaks and the waiter nearly falls backwards as he takes in a breath of relief. Mori has a tendency of striking fear in the average person, but he's undoubtedly the most gentle of the hosts. The waiter trembles waiting for a response from the tall, dark featured boy. A candle is lit on the table next to a very expertly arranged vase of Casablanca lilies. It's positioned in a small alcove next to a very large window so they have a view of the gardens. He's unmoving, gaze locked on the two-person table they've been led to. Mori doesn't respond and his body language isn't very helpful either.
Honey giggles softly and gestures to the empty seat across from him. “A reservation for two under the name Haninozuka?” The waiter perks with momentary fear before pulling the black reservation book from under his arm. Honey plops down into his seat and allows the waiter to push it in behind him. It's a traditional hot-pot with lavish décor and a view looking out over gardens of lilac bushes and fountains. Honey and Mori follow a sharp dressed waiter to a table at the far corner of the restaurant, the small boy clinging to his cousin's arm with one hand, Usa-chan (wearing a bowtie) in the other. Mori, however, can't help but remain a little rigid until the end of the day. He takes another cupcake and makes it disappear.Īfter the “moe moment” passes, the rest of the day's club meeting goes on like normal. Honey also appears pleased, his cheeks flushing with pinkness. The girls squeal appreciatively, wiggling in their seats and kicking their feet up and down under the tablecloth. Thank goodness it's enough to get the job done. The words are a low mumble but they can be heard by everyone at the small table. Honey is staring at him as well, his big chocolate brown eyes shimmering with what looks like the beginnings of tears. What should he say? It shouldn't be so hard to just give the girls the show they so eagerly want, but he can't seem to will his tongue to say the words in response. The girls turn to stare, their eyes wide with hopes of one of Renge's poorly coined “moe moments” and Mori can almost feel their hearts stopping with anticipation. It's the reaction Honey was hoping for and within no time the cupcake (and two or three more) have been downed effortlessly by the pint sized host. Mori blinks and the corners of his lips upturn. He's just about to wrap his little hand around one frosted with white and pink sprinkles when he lifts his gaze to Mori.Įxpressionless as always, it's difficult for anyone to decipher what the strong-silent type is thinking most of the time, but even the slightest change of demeanor gives Honey the answer he needs. The smaller boy takes his chance to reach for the middle of the table where a platter of highly stacked cupcakes has been displayed. All he has to do is smile and the ladies practically lose it. Their customers might suspect the loli act to be just that, an act, but both Honey and Mori know it to be the true expression of his personality.
Only Mori seems to have caught the way he took offense to the question.īoth girls release a simultaneous ' AThen again, Honey has the easiest job amongst all the hosts. Yet Honey is smiling wide, squeezing the pink bunny with all his might. “Would you bring your bunny rabbit, Honey?” asks the girl on the other side, one with long black hair and sparkling diamond earrings.Ī fleeting twitch marks Honey's childlike face and Mori knows it unmistakably as indignation for the boy would never go anywhere without his stuffed rabbit. “Yeah,” Mori affirms while barely moving a muscle to speak. “We have tea parties all the time at home, don't we, Takashi?” “We were just telling Honey how much we would love to have a royal tea party with him sometime,” the girl with an upturned nose and long – possibly faux – lashes coos.
“Come sit with us!” he says, as if Mori would sit anywhere else in Music Room #3 than beside his protected.Ī silent nod and the taller boy takes a seat across from his cousin, poising himself with his shoulders back and a napkin in his lap in case he decides to have something other than a cup of tea (he never does).Īnd within seconds the girls have begun their flattery where they left off. The bubblegum-sweet voice has Mori's head turning as he walks through the door.Īrms outstretched and waving wildly through the air, Honey sits at their usual table flanked by two female Ouran students who seem to be fawning over something undoubtedly precious that has just left the boy-lolita's mouth.
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