Fifth Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning - 02/02/08

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Tamaki had been a little lonely in an empty dorm room, so he'd made his way down to the common room to see if anyone was around. Reno was off at Merc Con, so he'd had nobody at all to talk to.

He sat on the couch, munching on a bowl of sugary cereal and jotting down notes for what would be his very first Host Club meeting on Sunday. He even had a few doodles of possible costume themes in the notebook, although they looked like Kindergarten crayon scribbles.

[OOC: Open because that's what common rooms are. Reno's absence modded with permission!]

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Valentine was doing what Valentines do.

Valentine was wandering aimlessly.

His aimless wanderings led him all the way up to the fifth floor common room, which was quite the trek up the stairs, really.

This called for an invasion of whatever foodstuff seemed most convenient. Aha! That boy over there had cereal-things! He'd just sneak a little closer. Yes. Yes indeed. And investigate the cereal. It looked good. Perhaps he would have to procure a bowlful for himself.

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There was a strange masked man appraising his cereal. Tamaki had never seen this man on the fifth floor before. In fact, he had never seen this man at all. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what was so fascinating about his half-eaten bowl of Fortunate Trinkets.

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Valentine was indeed a slippery individual. Really. He was.

But even people were were slippery like slippy things had to just ask, sooner or later.

"Might I ask," he ventured, "where I might get some of that?"

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Tamaki blinked, then smiled. "It's commoner cereal," he said brightly, totally misunderstanding the question for a minute before catching himself.

"Uh," he added hastily, "I bought it! It's in the cupboard if you want some, ahaha..." He had, indeed, handwavily been to the store to figure out what commoner foods he'd wanted to try next, and Fortunate Trinkets had such a colorful and happy box that he'd had no choice but to purchase the cereal. Hey, it wasn't half bad, either.

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Sokka stumbled into the common room with Momo Jr. in-hand, grabbed a nutritious breakfast of questionably-edible cold pizza and Skittles, and plopped down in front of the television. "Crazy stalker boy," he said with a grin, waving at Tamaki. "Fandom hasn't scared you off yet?"

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Sokka waved at Valentine. "Morning!"

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Valentine stared for a moment.

"Commoner cereal?" He wasn't certain if he was supposed to be as exciting as this boy was, or insulted, really. But the offer had been presented. And there was free food to be had, so over to the cupboards Valentine ventured, returning shortly afterward with a bowlful for himself. "What makes it so common, dare I ask?"

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"Good morning, Sokka!" Valentine waved a pleasant sort of hello. "And how are you, today?"

See, he could be pleasant. Wasn't that remarkable?

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Tamaki took a moment to chew and swallow his current mouthful of cereal before responding, since gentlemen never talked with their mouths full. Oh, no, they did not!

"No?" He replied, somewhat bewildered by the 'crazy stalker boy' comment. Tamaki's mind was very much like a sieve with exceptionally large holes, and he no longer remembered how he'd stalked Reno across campus on his second day in Fandom. He couldn't help it, really, he was just... Tamaki.

Still, after the original befuddled reaction had worked its way through his system, he recovered and smiled at Sokka. "Good morning, fellow student!"

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Frantically searching for a good excuse, Tamaki laughed nervously and took another bite, stalling for a moment.

"Because... because we're eating it in the common room! Ha ha ha!" He laughed again, but only because he was trying to convince himself that it was the perfect reply and subsequent cover up of his little boo boo.

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Valentine was going to stare some more. Just for a moment. A long moment.

"I... see." He crunched on the cereal, considering this logic. "So perhaps you ought to start referring to everything in the common room as commoner?" He pointed at the couch. "For example, you are sitting in a commoner couch, and had best clarify, lest there be any question."

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Even though it had been a 'clever' ruse, Tamaki found that what Valentine was saying made a whole lot of sense. He nodded emphatically, relieved that he may not have to explain himself further.

"Yes! Yes, I am sitting on a commoner couch! In fact, because I am in the common room, perhaps I am also a commoner! Yes, I am a commoner!" He threw back his head and produced a confident laugh before raising his spoon and taking a triumphant and enthused bite of his cereal. Because yes, he absolutely was a commoner, just like everybody else! Really!

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"Well, I most certainly am not," Valentine replied, ever-so-smoothly. "I'm a very important man, you see. I have a tower."

It was made of paper and stuck to his dorm room wall. It was the best tower ever.

This was also very good cereal.

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"You have a... tower?"

Somehow, this caused Tamaki to envision a huge corporate skyscraper. The masked man beside him didn't look like a business man, but business men sure liked to talk about how important they were.

"Where's your suit and tie?" he asked, sincerely believing that Valentine must be one of these 'important men'. He fleetingly wondered what kind of company Valentine's family owned.

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"It's casual Saturday," Valentine stated, keeping a straight face. Which was simple, really, given how angular his face was to begin with. "Did you miss the memo?"

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Tamaki pondered this for a time, then nodded slowly. "Oh."

It did make sense. After all, today he was not dressed in his Ouran Academy uniform. Today was a day for jeans and a trendy sweater. Understanding dawned on him.

"Casual saturday! Of course!"

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"So," Valentine ventured. "What brings you to this commoner couch on a casual Saturday, eating commoner cereal in the common room?"

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"The cereal is because I was hungry," Tamaki said simply. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know! It's hard work being beautiful, so one must have a good start to his day." He grinned and winked, then gestured to his notebook. "I'm also making notes on the Host Club, which has its first meeting tomorrow." His voice had more than just a hint of pride in it.

Tamaki had come into the room due to loneliness and wanting people to talk to, but he didn't like to tell people negative things like that. He preferred to try and maintain a cheerful visage at all times, attempting not to let on if he was unhappy for any reason.

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"Ah." Valentine gave a nod of his head and had himself another mouthful of trinkets. Mmm, free food. "I don't often get the opportunity to eat breakfast," he said. Ah, conversation.

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"An important man should know that breakfast is important," Tamaki said, somewhat startled by this revelation.

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"Every meal is important," Valentine said. Importantly. "I am, in fact, rather fond of them all."

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Tamaki nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. "I'm rather fond of lunch," he admitted. Mostly because commoner ramen for lunch was amazingly awesome.

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"Lunch," Valentine mused, "I do get to eat. Now and again."

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All this talk about food reminded Tamaki that he was in Lulu's class on Tuesdays. So far, he hadn't managed to burn anything to the ground, but he still felt he needed a ton of practice. Cooking commoner food, or any food at all, for that matter was actually sort of complicated, if not a little scary.

He turned to Valentine, his head tilted with curiosity. "Can you cook?"

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"No, not particularly." Valentine gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Cooking is a luxury that is set aside from those who can afford to buy ingredients," he explained. "And that includes, of course, commoner cereal."