"I'll happy take it from a cutie like you Hani-senpai." She takes the keychain before she got secured away holding back her laughter as both Kyoya and herself get pulled around the room.
Good call.
Snaps his fingers twice. Team Kyoya secures both Haruhi and their master onto the bike, and one bodyguard heaves and pulls up the front of the motorcycle.
This is what we call a "wheelie", as commoners deem it.
Team Kyoya pushes the slanted bike in a slow lap around the room.
Looks on bewilderedly at Hunny and pulls back his hood, causing Hunny to shriek.
Pedestrians. Haruhi, hop onto my bike? An exquisite woman like yourself deserves the fine breeze flowing through the light stand of your hair.
I am not the most handsome? ...curses!
Hurriedly draws a rune on the ground surrounding Kyoya (it's just a square that looks more like a trapezoid).
Stay in your box! I curse your attractiveness to flow to me!
"My my you are most certainly the most handsome." Shr glanced at Hani. "And most adorable, but at last I'm afraid a delicate women like myself could only watch."
Plucks the fan out of Haruhi's grasp and nimbly twirls it around his fingers, before fanning himself in an elegant manner.
Oh ho, you won't get off easily sitting on the sidelines.
Tuts and hand-signals, directing Team Kyoya to carry the motorcycle like a palanquin and gently dumping him beside Haruhi. Stretches out languidly on the motorcyle, an enigmatic smile on his face.
Perhaps we /should/ close the club and form a surfing club instead. We could use my family's aqua garden.
Ending this club...?
He tilts his head, blinking slowly.
Why would anyone want to end it? It is a most precious club composed of hosts who are willing to dabble in curses and theatrical performances. Let's make a play about black magic...!
The door slams open. He "drives" in on a motorcycle that is pushed by his two bodyguards. (How did the motorcycle get inside the school?) He comes to a stop right before the other two hosts.
Honey-senpai, Haruhi. Great day to be out chasing the wind, isn't it?
He places his palm above his head as if shielding from the non-existent sunrays inside the darkly cloaked room.
Onwards, men.
Team Kyoya salutes and pushes him around the host room, the last bodyguard making 'vroom vroom' noises with his mouth.
His head swivels towards the sound, the open door letting in a ray of light into the dimly lit music room.
Haruhi, there you are. Wouod you like to accompany me in the partaking of curses...?
Shivers, draped in a dark cape, and waddles into the room, his bun-bun tightly clutched.
Bright.. too bright....
Shuffles backwards to the large windows and draws all the curtains.
She with a deadpan look tries to avoid the blanket. "Senpai it's the only one I have." She already knew Tamaki was most likely overreacting again like always.