"To him or me or you?" Kaoru sang, no idea what the actual words were. Oh well, Kyouya had probably never seen the film anyway.

Unsure what to do, and deciding that instinct had cheered his brother up this far, Kaoru jumped up and rushed to the man's side.

"Oh I AM sorry. Very sorry. Our mother's a fashion designer, as you know," he began to babble as he brushed glitter off of the man, "we'll have some of her new designs sent straight your way. As for these! I can't apologise enough. By all means I'll pay for the dry cleaning!"

The man was tall and so Kaoru had to stand rather close and on his top toes to brush more of it out of the man's hair.