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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 7:03 pm
Kenta stretched his arms and yawned, today was kind of a slow day for him, there was not really anything to do. But Kenta, being as he is, wore his beloved waiter uniform today, ready to clean, scrub, sweep etc but this lazy afternoon had nothing in store for him. Finally giving up in waiting for some action, he sat down on a nearby chair and buried his face in his arms and yawned once again.
One purple eye peeked from his arms, and he surveyed the whole club, everything was in order and there wasn't any person in sight, or that he knew of. Maybe he could go back to his dorm room and organize his books again? Nah, he just did that this morning. Maybe visit a couple of people? Ah bad idea, he did not know much people here, and they were really more of just acquaintances for him.. well except for one but that wasn't the point.
He blinked, half wishing that something or someone would come. And one other part of him just wanted him to stay there and do nothing.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 7:15 pm
[I decided to put my text in blue too.]
Arata, just waking up, from Tai's house, takes a jog out heading for the club, this morning. Not knowing there was anyone there, he headed for the Host Club. In his bunny marked jogging outfit. With only his boxers beneath them, and his thin, white shirt. He stepped into the club, still not very lit, still thinking he was alone, and sat in a corner. Changing into his Waiter outfit, which he wanted to keep clean until he got into the club.
"Aah, i'm first again, changing time."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 7:48 pm
Kenta closed his eyes, and at this point of time he really did not notice his surroundings anymore, even the sound of the door opening did not faze him at all. He sat there, his head rested on his arms as he dozed off and slipped into dreamland. But his ears picked up a voice, a familiar one at that, and he still did not move from his position, but after a few seconds he decided to open his eyes slowly.
That was a bad idea.
At the opposite of him, he could see a person.. changing his clothes. Kenta froze in his chair, unsure to feign sleep, turn away or greet the man. This was too awkward for him to sleep again, and this scenario looked very disturbing to him and it made him look like a lecherous man.
He decided to move his chair a bit to the side so he could stand up and walk away, but alas his movements accidentally made the chair screech a little as it was being dragged on the floor. Oh dear.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 7:55 pm
Arata noticed the screech and stumbling of Kenta at the other side, after his last slip of clothing, he walked over to Kenta and then crouched down. Stretching out his arm toward him, with an open palm and a warm, sunny, morning smile.
"How are you today Kenta? Doing well? Did you just get in here? I'm sorry i wasn't able to greet you and make you some tea, let me make some now. . .what flavor would you like?"
It's quite obvious now what Arata thought. He was innocent, clueless again. And as always, he followed his instinct, to please.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 10:41 pm
Kenta noticed that the boy wasn't really surprised or embarrassed that he was there so part of his nervousness disappeared as Arata spoke to him in a kind voice and offered his hand to him. If Kenta wasn't so sleepy he would have smiled at the boy, but alas he was a little tired at that time and just gave Arata a kind nod.
''I am alright, Arata. Well, I've been here all this time. It's alright, you don't have to do that just for me'' he took the boys hand, ''You're too kind to me''
Kenta really did not notice that he always touched the boy in some way, maybe because he was fond of him-- plus he made great tea.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 12:51 am
Arata then, after taking Kenta's hand and seating him on the couch, politely bowed to him. "Please excuse me, i will get your warm milk tea. A-and, Recognizing my simple efforts to serve you is very noble of you. Thank you very much." After Arata bowed and spoke, he ran to the kitchen, in a rush for Kenta and his Tea. He most certainly did not want to disappoint him.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 3:03 pm
Kenta blinked a little as the events passed rather quickly, now Arata rushed to the kitchen and left the waiter in his seat. He was rather amused at how this boy was eager to please, maybe he did that to everyone he knew, nevertheless Kenta found his personality refreshing.
''Arata?'' he raised his voice a little, so that the boy may hear him in the kitchen, ''Do you need any help in there?''
He ran his hands through his dark brown hair and stared at the direction of the kitchen waiting for the younger man to emerge or even just respond to his call. But knowing Kenta, he would stand up any minute to see what the other was doing.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 5:21 pm
Arata blushed, and was surprised a little at the sound of Kenta's voice. He didn't focus on anything else but the precious tea he was preparing for him. He moved his head left to right, and walked quickly all around, panicking. Gladly, he didn't drop anything or break anything. He seems to have put himself in a nervous state though. As the tea finished, Arata quickly took it, and walked to Kenta, almost spilling the tea all over, only finding him by the kitchen door. . .He bowed down to Kenta, and apologized. "P-please forgive me, Kenta. I'm sorry, i didn't mean to take so long." Arata closed his eyes shut, in fear of disappointment. He was very very scared, and ashamed.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 9:09 pm
Half asleep, Cecil entered the kitchen. He was oblivious of the other two, having come from a different door connected to the kitchen. Singing softly in French, he grabbed a mixing bowl, a spatula and ingredients for pancakes. Still oblivious, he put all the ingredients into the bowl and started hand mixing the concoction. He yawned in between verses, still shaking off sleep.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:27 pm
The waiter had finally walked towards the kitchen entrance when a nervous Arata came over to him with a cup of tea in his hands. He moved his hands to take the silverware off of the younger man's hands as he seemed to be a little out of it. Kenta really did not know why the boy seemed nervous, and very embarrassed..was it because of something he did? He tried to rack his brains for the reason but nothing came up, he contented himself with the tea in his hands anyway.
''Thank you, Arata. You did everything before I could even help, I'm a bit ashamed.'' the always-direct-waiter said with a smooth voice.
''You don't have to be all formal with me, you know''
After his statement he heard something in the kitchen, but he shrugged it off anyways, focusing his attention on the waiter.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:38 pm
Arata pulled his hands back, as Kenta took the silver ware from him, also swaying his hands on Arata's. Arata started blushing again and looked down. And started panicking and searching for a reason, a straight, decent one. Like an answer for a quiz that'll change his life. He started fidgeting with his hands, below, on his lap, directly in front of Kenta. He raised his head up, and couldn't help but look Kenta straight in the eye. "W-well you're very cool. . ."After a few seconds of stating his genuine opinion, he blushed heavily, struck by what he just said. He looked into the kitchen and noticed movement. "Th-that must be master Cecil, I-i-i mean cecil, let's look for him." Out of his desire, and not his instinct this time, Arata took Kenta's hand, and slowly walked with him into the kitchen after helping him carry some of the silver ware with his other hand.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:46 pm
By now, Cecil had placed a plate on the counter and was cooking the pancake batter. He expertly flipped the pancakes in the air as he continued to cook them. "I hope someone else is here. I'm not eating all these by myself," he murmured to himself as he placed more batter into the ready pan. While he waited for that to cook, he went back to the refrigerator to get oranges to make orange juice. It wasn't until he turned around after closing the door that he noticed the two. "A-Ah! Good morning you two!" He felt his face redden, embarrassed that he had not noticed them until now.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:57 pm
Unfortunately, Kenta lacked the skills to interpreting human emotions no matter how obvious it was. This situation just amplified that fact. Kenta cocked his head to the side as he balanced the cup of tea in one hand. His gaze was focused on the boy as he was trying to search for words, and finally he made a comment that made Kenta quite embarrassed for once.
''Cool?'', he said with disbelief evident in his voice ''You flatter me too much--I'' he was interrupted when the other waiter took his free hand and proceeded to look for Cecil, who was the cook of the club. But now, Kenta was used to holding hands with the boy, so he really did not mind it at all.
As the two went deeper into the kitchen they were greeted by an embarrassed Cecil who was cooking something at that moment. Kenta closed his eyes for a brief second and let the smell enter his nose. It smelled delicious.
''Hello Cecil, sorry for the bother. What may I ask, are you doing?'' he said in a kind voice.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 12:37 am
As Arata entered into the kitchen with Kenta, he stopped, and smelled the food Cecil was cooking as well. By now, everyone knows Arata is quite a food fan. When Kenta asked Cecil what he was making, Arata had a small chance of 'recovery', setting aside the fact that he almost spilled the beans on Kenta. Neither noticing how naive, or insensitive he was being. He really didn't have the will to dislike him, at all. In fact, it shows that it is the opposite. And to try and blend into the situation. . .
"Yeah, The food seems reall really good head chef Cecil, c-could we help you make them? I'd like to be of service to you as well. M-maybe when i get better, i could someday be as great as you. Y-you're kinda like my idol too."
Arata continued to surprise himself with the leap of words he was releasing. His cheeks turned redder, his temperature slightly warming up and his hand holding Kenta's a little tighter. He smiled with delight, though he is in shock of himself. He realized he's never had this much confidence before.(Lookie what meddy made. :3 Syuu shall receive free art soon as well. <3 Meddy currently just has fever, that's all. > - <)
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 10:37 pm
Cecil looked back at his pan, and smiled. "I'm making chocolate chip pancakes. I usually like breakfast foods sweet, so I never eat eggs or bacon." He put down the oranges in his hands on the counter and went back to the pan to make sure they didn't burn.
"If you want to help, would it be too much trouble to squeeze the oranges for juice? I'll get the juicer out for you if you like," he said with an embarrassed smile. He never had someone idolize him before, and it was as embarrassing as it was flattering. As he said this, he flipped the current pancake in the air and set the pan down again. "I would be extremely grateful for some help."
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