Aug 12, 2010 20:13
[tap, tap, tap…
tap, tap, tap…
and then there’s a new face on screen, a pen just visible tapping at the table in the foreground. the face looks calm, composed, not panicking, and for a while has its focus trained away, ignoring the transmission altogether. then the dark haired, bespectacled young man on the other side of the screen stirs, takes a slow breath in - sounding notably resigned - and raises his head to face the music.]
I am to understand that I am currently residing aboard one SS Thor, a space station travelling through the universe, after my home planet came to be destroyed. [his tone of voice says he isn’t buying any of it, but that he’ll be polite about it anyway in the vain hope this isn’t another of the Host Club’s exasperating ideas of a joke] As plausible as this isn’t, the situation seems unlikely to resolve itself immediately, and as such this acts as as good a time as any to make an introduction.
My name is Kyouya Ootori, and provided your name is neither Tamaki Suoh, Kaoru Hitachiin nor Hikaru Hitachiin, I look forward to getting along well with you in the future. [that's right, you guys and your lame space stunts have earnt you a place in the bad books, pre-emptively]
kyouya ootori