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[lolishota_kei]

WHO: Hani, Mori, Bossanovacchi~(Casanoda), random OCs
WHERE: The area set aside for their team at the bake-offs.
WHEN: Bake-off day!
WHAT: ...Making cake~♥ I mean.. baking

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[wairudo_kei]

"Hai."

He looked down at Hani, and nodded. Bedecked in a taller, longer version of a chef's outfit, the puffed white hat adding unnecessary inches, Mori turned and fetched a stool, one oddly already decorated with miniature cakes and candy canes. It was pink. He set it down for Hani and took up a position next to Hani at the counter.

He too was wearing a moustache, curled up at the ends in a bizarre caricature of a chef, and a horizontally-striped shirt under the large white chef's garb. He had no particular interest in cakes outside of what they held for Hani; but, to that extent, knew well how to make one. He merely hoped Kasanoda or any of their other teams would not mess it up - something, he feared, was far too likely.

[strangegamer]

It was the time of the Bake-Off, and Ellen was weaving her way through the crowd of fellow females, occasionally getting pushed but fine nonetheless. They were all surrounding this tent, eyes wide with excitement and anticipation, all centered on the two host club members, Honey and Mori. All of them swooned when they saw Honey was too short for the counter, large, cheerful smiles on their faces. A smile was about to break out on her face as well. Honey-sempai's outfit was just too adorable

[wairudo_kei]

Mori acknowledged her with his own silent dark-eyed glance, and stood stoically, not particularly bothered by his silly costume. The fact of the matter was, Mori and fanciful costumes was like piling up stuffed animals against the side of a towering cliff; you suppose that the cliff enjoyed it, but you never quite knew. The overall darkness and solitude of the cliff was made slightly less daunting by the cute decorations. As Mori understood this, it made him appear more personable and friendly, like the cliff was not going to drop a rock on you because it wasn't taking out the cute stuffies, which were an easy target.

If they knew Mitsukuni Haninozuka, anyone using this model would have never assumed that, as the stuffies in question made up one of the most powerful people in the world.

...

He expected their cake to be cute. He had a lot of experiences with cakes, and Hani had a lot of experience with cuteness. The unknown factor was Kasanoda.

[bossanovakun]

Meanwhile, in the dressing room, Kasanoda sat curled up at the back corner of his private cubicle, back turned away from the mirror behind him. He vaguely heard Hani-senpai's squeals of joy as the upperclassman bounded from the dressing room, but besides that he only heard the traumatized voice in his head, whisper on and on:

I. Look. Ridiculous.

He risked a glance into the mirror behind him, and supressed a shudder.

He was dressed head toe in a fluffy pink bunny costume. Kinda like what the twins had tried to force Haruhi to wear back during Host Club activities, except bigger to fit Kasanoda's taller frame. He did a slight impersonation of the Host Club President Tamaki then and sat, in a comfort-seeking fetal position, trying not to be traumatized, feeling as though half his soul had left his body. Absently he wondered where in the world did the Host Club manage to find such a ridiculous array of costumes like these, but his mind was preoccupied with other things.

Like how he was going to go through with this bake-off, and

[lolishota_kei]

Happily widening his eyes, Hani saw the rather adorable-looking stool that the other upperclassman had fetched for him. The light pink color and the candy-canes attached to its side with the best part of it all, the miniature cakes, put a cute touch to his overall presentation. "Thanks~ Takashi~♥" Although tactically it would have been cuter to have his cousin carry him around on his broad shoulders, the short blond thought otherwise and knew he would have a difficult time actually participating from such height (although that would have been interesting in itself

[wairudo_kei]

"..."

Mori was somewhat taken aback. He didn't quite expect such a flamboyant costume, nor something so impractical. It did make their team look unified, however, and pleased Hani to no end... he mentally slid back into counting out eggs and thinking of the amount of decorations they could feasibly produce within the amount of time. Lemon, strawberry, raspberry, carrot, melon, orange rinds... it depended on Casanova, really, but he could always pass him a fruit as way of suggestion...

Mori's eyes flicked up at the inflection in "Oh" and moved swiftly, catching Hani firmly with one hand gripping the back of his white chef smock, and pulling him back up to the stool and Mori set him back on it, bending gracefully down to Hani's eye-level.

"All right... Mitsukuni."

His deep voice didn't quite lend itself to questions, not generally; it was more of a question in his eyes, and Hani was both perceptive and effervescent enough to respond.

[ourandarkcloak]

Nekozawa knew that he wasn't a coward. He just... needed time to regroup and rethink his methods. There was great danger in leaving Suoh-san and Kobayashi -san to the now-possessed Ootori-san. He suspected that the Dark Ones had gotten into the young man while the was warning Darya about the strawberries. Why else would the bravest student in the entire school approach him menacingly with a sharp knife

[wairudo_kei]

A dark gaze slid over to the black-hooded figure, hands continuing methodically to mix Hani's dry ingredients in with his own wet ingredients. The batter mixed together in large round circles, to be fluffy; he had to be sure not to overdo it, or the batter would be flat and bake unevenly and too rock-hard in some areas. They could, of course, have used an electric mixer, but the true chef could make batter better without such a tool.

"Hmm."

He thought of Nekozawa as interesting, less destructive than Casanova, clearly, but still fairly disturbing to the noisy light fun of the host club.

[ourandarkcloak]

Nekozawa (as he always did when Mori-san acknowledged his presence) took this to mean that he was welcome to ask questions. The taller boy did not say much, but clearly, he was willing to give a listening ear when necessary.

He glanced at the other two-- Hani was engrossed in explaining to his fans the philosophical meaning of frosting, and the freshman was trying to ignore the pressure of the said fans so that he could go about collecting just the right amount of strawberries.

This was a light atmosphere, Nekozawa reminded himself. Best not to alert too many people of the Dark Ones' presence, he thought, blissfully unaware that his dark cloak, deep voice, and Berenzoff was enough to put a damper on such festivities.

He leaned over to his classmate and whispered, "Mori-san, I don't mean to imply anything, but does Ootori-san seem... a little... ano... unusual to you?

[wairudo_kei]

Mori said nothing for a moment, then looked at Nekozawa, expression stagnant.

Raising an arm as steadily and slow as the growth of a tree branch, he pointed to the wall separating their stations.

The Usachan Daisuke team was separated from the other teams. He couldn't see Kyouya, therefore he could hardly make a judgment call, even should he want to refer to Kyouya as unusual or odd in any way, mode or fashion.

(He never particularly wanted to do that.)

It was a little odd, though, to have Nekozawa bring that up. Irony, that as the word. Maybe there was something wrong with Kyouya.