Day 38: Game Room

She’d never been in the Game Room before.

It didn’t look spectacularly interesting, she had to admit… but it’d be more fun than just hanging out in the Sun Room, right? Yuffie idly thumbed through a deck of cards, walking around the room to examine various bits and pieces. Board games, video games, chess… No really awesome prank material that she could see, but maybe she could rope somebody into a game of poker? That could be fun, but… ah, then again, most of the patients were just like her -- they didn’t have anything really cool that she could swindle out of them. Not until Nightshift, anyway.

Still! She’d keep it in mind. It wasn’t like there was anybody else in the room yet anyway, so any potential swindling would have to wait a little while. What could she do in the meantime, huh? Pick- pocketing a nurse could be fun..! Wait -- no, not when it was quiet like this. She’d have to wait until there was more cover, unless she got distracted. Yuffie hadn’t stolen anything in days, not since that time in Doyleton, with the Kaito kid…

Yuffie smirked. That had been fun.

[identity profile] host-club-honey.livejournal.com 2009-01-20 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mmmmmm," Honey made a thoughtful noise, trying to decide if there were things worth mentioning. "I'm really good at eating cake, and playing with toys, oh! And Tama-chan says I'm an excellent host." He nodded in a self satisfied way, as though those were very important and difficult skills. Of course he did well in Math and Science and of course Athletics, but none of those sounded very cute.

He didn't hesitate to jump her piece, even if it was obvious. It was just a game after all.

[identity profile] mind-the-sukima.livejournal.com 2009-01-20 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Or maybe he just cuted the monsters to death.

"A host? What do you mean by that?" Yukari asked, honestly curious. The image of Honey dressed in a suit at a ballroom party came to mind. Well, he was a rich kid. "And who's Tama-chan? A friend of yours?"

Or maybe another stuffed animal. He acted young, but surely he didn't believe they talked back to him - unless they did, which was interesting in an entirely different way.

She jumped his piece in reply, leaving them both more or less where they started, only each down a piece. Oh, and she had a piece further forwards.

[identity profile] host-club-honey.livejournal.com 2009-01-22 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm, well we have a Host Club at my school. Girls like to come and visit us and have tea and sweets. We have lots of different types to cater to what the girls like," he explained as easily as if he were talking about the weather.

"Tama-chan is the king type, so lots of girls like him," he added, "but I'm the loli-shota type." At that, he flashed her a sweet smile and a pair of deep brown eyes, hugging Usa-chan to his chest. "What type do you like best Yuka-rin?"

[identity profile] mind-the-sukima.livejournal.com 2009-01-22 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Yukari had heard of this sort of things in the Outside World. The idea of one as a school club was rather novel though; they really were upper class if they had that kind of time and money on their hands. Honey seemed a bit young for that kind of work, but she had to remind herself that he was eighteen or so. Besides, some people went for that kind of thing herself included.

Speaking of which, there he went with classifications right out of a manga. Not that's she'd heard of a "king type", but she could more or less imagine what kind of grand, charming prince that entailed. Loli-shota was a term she'd heard used before, and she couldn't help but agree with that designation; Honey certainly fit it to a T, and the only reason she didn't scoop him up and give him a big squeeze was the table in the way.

"Hmm, my type?" she murmured, leaning an elbow on the table and her head on her hand as she gazed at him. "Well, the serious types have their points..." They were hilarious to tease. "And I suppose the mischievous ones can be fun..." Partners in crime.

"But I suppose, after all," she said, reaching out with her other hand to brush her fingers against his cheek affectionately, "the cute ones might just be the best."

To tease, that was.

Not yet, though. She still didn't know much about him, so she didn't really know what buttons to press. Besides, the amusement derived from him just being cute hadn't run out quite yet.