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Tamaki sat on one of music room three's most luxurious couches awaiting the arrival of one Kyouya Ootori. They were to discuss the usage of club funds, or rather the gross misuse of the funds. Kyouya insisted that all the recent income from their calendar sales should be used for club upkeep, however Tamaki, closer to the club's patrons and other members than the shadow king, knew what the money should be used for. He was waiting patiently, which for Tamaki meant that he had yet to hunt down Kyouya himself. He hated waiting.

"Ah, Kyouya!" Tamaki all but shouted as he sat up a bit more straight in his seat. Kyouya had brought his notebook and laptop of course, (they never left his side to Tamaki's knowledge) and so he knew he was ready for business. "Yes, I did want to discuss a rather glaring error in the cosplay budget with you." Of course Tamaki knew that his friend never made mistakes.He never arrived late and he had never known him to make a mistake where numbers were involved, as if he were indeed some sort of human calculator. He was the ultimate accountant, and as such was the only person Tamaki would ever trust with the club's bookkeeping. He had tried to do the math himself once, with rather disastrous results.
((Ah, really? That sounds hilarious!))

Tamaki looked at Kyouya as calmly as he could. He saw his friend's slight smile, and because of his overly excitable nature this made him want to dance for joy. However despite his excitement in seeing Kyouya, he knew that there was only one way to reason with him.

That one single way was with logic, logic backed up by facts, and if need be a little bit of whining and schmoozing. It never worked as well on the host club members as it did their guests, and if it did work at all it worked least on the young Mr.Ootori. However this was a calculated risk that Tamaki had to accept if he were to ever get anything done.

"Do you love our little Cherub?" He was dancing around the question in his over the top way as he always did. He knew that Kyouya would understand that he was talking about Haruhi, and Haruhi was the way to get into even the darkest of hearts. Using her as a route would be the only way to get into the club's coffers.

Part of Tamaki had known that Kyouya would react in such a way, however he simply could not help himself where Haruhi was concerned. "But Mommy, there has to be some money in the budget to get our little girl some new dresses!"

He feigned pain and fell back onto the couch, covering his eyes with his hand dramatically. "My poor little Haruhi, only three cosplay gowns for the entire semester!"

Sitting back up and removing his hand he tried to quiet his dramatics. "Don't you think three is too few? Many of our guests do love to see Haruhi in splendid dresses." Being that hysterics did not work, they never did with Kyouya, he tried to play to the business appeal of dressing up his darling.

"I think the club could use some more dresses~" Razik said, walking by on all fours with a tray balanced on his back. He bucked the tray into the air, then did a somersault forward landing on his feet and catching the tray in his hands as he finally stood up. "The closest we ever get are kimonos and those can be sooo boring~! We need to spice it up a bit! Only honey wears dresses around here..." The fox-like host gasped, "We should ALL crossdress! Girls like that sorta thing right?" The poor boy steadfastly agreed with Tamaki, unaware of his evil lecherous intent.
(Had to pop in cat_xp )

(( *tips Raz* ))

Kyouya mulled over Razik's suggestion and Tamaki's addition, one hand cupping his chin as he thought. His best friend was ever-impulsive, but that didn't mean his ideas weren't decent at times. Truthfully, while this wasn't the most brilliant idea that had crossed the blond's mind, in Kyouya's estimation, it was at least less-objectionable than being forced to wear cat ears, so he was willing to entertain the notion for a moment.

"We've already got two French-historical cosplays with The Three Musketeers and The Scarlet Pimpernel. The costumes haven't yet been ordered, so I'd be amenable to changing one for another, but adding a third is too many. We're the host club, after all, not the French club." The light glinted off his glasses, and he noted with a deceptively mild smile, "Convincing Mori-senpai will be your job, not mine."

Tamaki could tell that he had somehow gotten through to Kyouya and although he hadn't gotten exactly what he had wanted he was merely happy to have made up for lost ground. However with Kyouya there was always some catch, always the business man. The catch, in this case was not only the fact that he would have to replan an already scheduled event, but also the fact that the Ootori man knew full well the fundamental impossibly of getting Takashi Morinozuka to wear a woman's attire.

Tamaki imagined trying to get Mori to wear a dress and almost immediately lamented the failure of his plan. There were a lot of things Mori would do for the sake of the Host Club, however Tamaki seriously doubted that wearing a dress was one of those things. He knew the tall, calm, cool and collected man would not stand for wearing ladies clothes. He supposed that the best way to get him to do so would be through Honey.

"Perhaps Honey Sempai would give me a hand?" He was already feeling the sense of dread that came with the possible failure of his ingenious plan. Tamaki was a lot of things, but he would not be a failure.

((Oh, sorry you've been ill! Feel Better soon! In the meantime I can't wait to meet some of the others, I'm really looking forward to continuing with this role play, especially if I'm liked in this role.))