#outofroses: I hope this is okay! lol

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

" oh, " kyoya addresses the other briefly, pushing up his glasses as he glances at the other, " your tie is crooked, by the way. " and then, his gaze is focused back on the laptop hes been typing at. but, after a moment or two of the blonde fumbling with said accessory, the club treasurer takes notice, and he sighs. " no, that's not--come here, i'll do it, then. " kyoya huffs lightly, rising from his seat and making his way over. gently undoing the tie, and then retying it properly. his brow furrows lightly, concentrated, until... " there we go. now, you won't look like a slacker in front of the guests, at least. " a pause, a slight smile, " really, what would you do without me? "

@shadkyo !!!

꧁⁕༻♕༺⁕꧂ The strangling hold of frustration began to well up inside of the prince, while slender fingers worked to adjust his uniform tie. Normally, he would have done a better job, but this afternoon was different.

The blond was just on his way out of the prep-room when Kyoya stopped him to check his tie, now he was fiddling away with the darn thing. Soon, a pair of hands replaced Tamaki's. "Kyoya—what're you—," His gaze fell upon his best friend.

Tamaki watched those slate-grey eyes behind thin layers of glass; he noticed the furrow of the shadow king's brow as he concentrated. For once, the blond stood still until sure hands finally set the tie properly around his neck.

A sense of relief washed over the blond like a wave on the shore. All of his worries seemed to vanish, and again. Thanks to Kyoya. Happy hands reached for Kyoya's hands, and he clasped them warmly between his own. "What would I do without you indeed—Kyoya—thank you, mon ami." Tamaki's gaze shifted toward the open laptop where his best friend had been sitting just moments ago.

"You're not going to stay in here, are you?" Tamaki eyed Kyoya and raised a thin, blond brow in question.