Ouran High School Host Club(Semi-Advanced Rp) discussion

It has commoner's coffee. That is all I can say.

It had been a long day for Ammon. There was surely no doubt of that. His classes advanced and rigorous. His attempt at romance had also ended in pitiful failure. Gods, he wished he could just start that whole thing over. Thinking it over as he ordered a simple cream latte and a few soft sugar cookies. A rare treat he enjoyed when nobody was fawning over him. So sitting down he waited. The line not long so it seemed but his phone buzzed and he answered it. It was his Sister calling. She was back home in Egypt with her betrothed. A few moments of chatter before hanging his phone up to walk up and get his things once he was called up to the counter.

Hikaru was exhausted to say the least. He had rushed home to an irritated, hungry mother after his meeting Ammon, and then was forced, after being hit several times, to go to the convience store and buy something for his mother to eat, only to return home to more beatings. With the excuse of work, he somehow managed to slip away to the cafe he frequented. He sat in his usual corner, working on his laptop, sipping at one of the only pleasures life would allow him—hot chocolate. His fingers flew on the keys most of the time, with small moments in-between when he would either narrow his eyes at his screen or take a sip from his still-hot beverage. Due to how engrossed he was in his drink and his work, he did not notice Ammon in the cafe.

Ammon paid for his things before taking them in hand. He looked around and most of the seats seemed taken by other people but buy tbe sheer hope of luck he saw someone familiar. It was a risk but he guessed he could try once more at romance. Even if it went well friends would be good as well. He approached with a calm aura about him. "Many of the seats are taken. Would it be alright if I sat here with you?" Ammon was trying to remember the boy's name but it was failing him. It just wasn't fitting for the other he had met earlier at school. Ammon did notice the laptop and wanted to slink away. Not many people paid attention especially when a device sat infront of them.

Hikaru jerked somewhat violently out of his trance, looking waaaaay up at Ammon and blushing softly. "S-s-senpai... Um... Yes.. Sure," he seemed to squeak. He pulled his laptop closer to him, both to hide what he was doing and to give Ammon more table-room. "I.. I'm not talkative, but...but I'm d-doing work, so I'm s-sorry if...if I seem to be ignoring you..." With a gulp and a quick sip of his hot chocolate, he focused back on his computer screen and once more, his fingers began flying on the keys.

"Thank you for allowing me such." Ammon pulled out the empty chair to sit down and finally get the chance to enjoy the beverage he had brought along with his two soft baked sugar cookie. "It's alright. I understand." Ammon based a assuring smile before diving into his own drink. A pulled a book from his vest pocket along with a expensive looking fountain pen. It was uncapped as Ammon began writing while he sipped his drink quitly and nibbled on a cookie. He finished the first but could not find it easy to even think about eating the other being full. "I know you working but would you like this cookie? I'm full and cannot eat another bite."

Hikaru was secretly sneaking glances every so often at Ammon, so when he was questioned, their eyes met instantly. His cheeks flushed pink as he looked at the luxury being offered to him. "I... I sh-shouldn't," he whimpered. "I... I can't... I'm sorry, Senpai." He turned back toward his computer, ignoring how his stomach snarled and taking a sip of his hot chocolate to try and soothe the hunger.

There eyes met and Ammon knew what was holding back Hikaru instantly. It was also the forming of new bruises that had Ammon heading in such a direction. It just didn't know how to address such a matter with out seeming rude or nosey. He excelled softly and hoped he wouldn't be smacked. There were strict standerds where he was from so he was very careful. "I'll buy a full dozen of them would that be alright for you to take? Things like these are best shared with those we care for. I'd never ask for anything in return should you want such." Ammon spoke in a honest manner.

Hikaru flinched and blushed brightly, his eyes wide up at the boy. "Are... A-are you serious...? S-senpai, would... Why would you d-do this for me...?" he asked shakily, though he couldn't help but stare down at the cookie hungrily. "I... I'm... I'm thankful, b-but... I don't want you to w-waste your money on me..."

"I would not have said so If I hadn't been serious." Ammon smiled a assuring smile that he was indeed serious about such. "From where I'm from we see what others tend not to and we are generous to those we care for." The older boy spoke with a warm and kind aura. "If you'd take them to me it'd not be a waste of my currency. I'd see it as if it was currency well spent."

Hikaru's brows furrowed and he tilted his head. "I... I'm s-sorry, Ammon-senpai... You talk real formal... I... I come from th-the ghetto, and I don't really u-understand," he said softly, blushing in shame and embarrassment. "I... If you're telling me about the c-cookies... I... I still can't a-accept... I won't have you w-waste your money on me..."

Ammon listened intently. His words did tend to get away from him at times. He took a breath and rephrased his words. Thinking of new ones that would be easier to understand. "To me the gesture would still be money well spent on my part if I bought the cookies." Ammon paraphrased his former words into understanding. "Money is not wasted when you spend it on a gift for another. Or that is how I see it."

Hikaru nodded, sighing softly. "Ammon-senpai... You're v-very kind, but... I simply can't," he said, shaking his head a bit. He placed his hands on his laptop keys. "If... I-if I were to begin eating the cookies... I... I wouldn't be able to s-stop..." His eyes shut and he tried not to cry. "I... I'd eat them a-all, and then I'd be in tr-trouble with M-M-Mother because I w-wouldn't let you buy more..."

Ammon reached over softly and wiped away the few tears that did fall down Hikaru's cheeks. He was forcing his kindness and he realized it now. With a soft sigh he with drew his hand not wanting to make Hikaru cry yet again. "Then take this instead." He spoke calmly. He had a pen in hand and wrote his phone number down on a napkin. "Should you need something. Anything at all please call me." Ammon slid the napkin with his number on it over to Hikaru.

Hikaru sniffled and wiped at his eyes after Ammon pulled away. The hand curled under his right eye and the confused look on his face, not to mention the tears in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks, made him suddenly look unbearably cute. Brows furrowing, he reached out with his free hand and hesitantly took the napkin, after glancing questioningly up at Ammon. When he realized what was on the napkin, he blushed brighter and looked away. The barest of smiles lit his sweet face. "I...I-I've never gotten someone's c-contact info before... Un-unless it was for my j-job...," he said softly, the smile widening. He looked up at Ammon, face bright as he thanked him.

Ammon smiled a warm hearted smile when the other was no longer shedding tears. It was sad to admitt that Hikaru did look cute crying but the other looked so much cuter when he was happily smiling. "Then I'm glad I was the first to give you such outside of your work environment." Ammon could do so much more for Hikaru but the other respected wishes and space. He'd most likely tonight spend all night trying to decipher just where Hikaru could live so he in secret could drop off gifts of affection. Hoping it'd be like courting in his home country. To Win the one you wanted you had to be generous. "You have such a wonderful smile. It suits you so well." Ammon was smiling to. Hikaru was in his eyes a blessing from Hathor. The goddess of beauty and love.

Hikaru had looked away, still smiling like a dork. However, when Ammon spoke again, he flinched and his gaze shot up to the boy, his cheeks bright red all over again. For a moment he stayed like that. And then he broke into an even brighter smile, a soft, shy giggle leaving him. "Th-thank you, Ammon-senpai... I...I l-like your smile t-too," he responded quietly.

Ammon watched how Hikaru had been in sniffles and then was smiling happy. It visible made the older teen relax aa he sat in his chair. His own smile all the more bright. Hikaru's giggle made Ammon's heart flutter like a flap of a butterfly's fragile wings. "Your welcome and Thank you as well." Ammn knew but one thing and that was he just might be falling in love with the smiling Hikaru just across the table from him.

Hikaru was oblivious to how Ammon stared at him. "I...I-I need to, um, r-return to work, but... But if you n-need anything... I'm s-still right here," he mumbled shyly, smiling again. He turned toward his computer screen, and, picking up where he left off, began typing softly but undeniably quickly.

Ammon knew he was falling in love with this boy in front of him and across the table. "Thank you very much but I must go now. I have some errands to run before the sun sets. I'll hopefully call you should there be time when I'm done. Have a nice night Hikaru." He smiled a warm smile before standing and gathering his things before he could walk out.

(So he's just leaving now...? Sorry, it was really abrupt)

{{Yeah, he is. It's fine no worries. They could meet up on shere coincidence again? }}

…boop…

(Well... Idk what to do now. They can't just meet up here every time. Ammon suddenly leaving was a surprise, but I don't know where to go from here... That, and I'm distracted watching a playthrough of Nier: Automata...)

{{That's true. He could have merely forgotten his phone on the table and came back for it. Like a few moments time gap. Instead of leaving again he stays to keep talking with Hikaru? }}

(Hmmm... Idk... Let me think. Tell me if you come up with anymore ideas, okay? Um, would you mind replying with Morgan? I'm pretty sure it's your post, right?)

{{I really can't think of any thing else. I got so much to do and then planning like six different scripts for vocational... Um...maybe they meet up in a park or somethings?}}

(Idk... I'll think of something, don't worry)

<< I never the notification for this sorry. Would you still like to rp it? >>

(Yeah, but idk what to do for it...)

Yoshi sat down at a table in the back of the cafe. He had a cup of iced coffee, and a breakfast sandwich in front of him, but he seemed distracted. He stared out the window, watching people walk by. He was envious of them in a way, but his face remained stoic. Yoshi turned back to his food, and took a sip of his coffee.

Ainsley walked into the cafe, instantly drawing attention. His ankle boots clicked attractively on the wooden floor of the main room as he made his way up to the counter, unaffected by the gazes on him. He was wearing a cream-colored, knit sweater, light blue, fitted jeans, his bown leather ankle-boots, and a pink and white scarf. After buying a muffin and a hot chocolate, he looked around the cafe for a place to sit. Some girls scooted over in their booth and were about to offer up a seat when Ainsley spotted Yoshi sitting in the corner. He made his way over and slit into the seat cross from him without a word, sipping at his drink.

Yoshi looked up at him, and raised his eyebrow. Despite the incident in the park, he seemed confused as to why Ainsley sat down with him. "Hi.." He said softly, and set his cup down. He wore dark jeans, and a heavy coat over a graphic tee shirt, and a pair of sneakers. He smiled softly, but just barely.

Ainsley nodded in Yoshi's direction as a sort of greeting, but after taking a bite of his muffin—his eyes began to sparkle—he found that he couldn't focus on anything else. He crossed one of his long legs over the other, kicking his foot in time to music that was pumping through his earbud. Luckily he had one of them out, so he could still hear Yoshi. After finishing half of the muffin, he said, "Do you come here a lot?"

Yoshi took a bit of his sandwich before nodding. "Only when it isn't super crowded..but yeah." He said. If there were a lot of people, he'd go find a different place. To people who had no idea that he was afraid of physical contact, it would've sounded petty, and he hoped it didn't sound that way to Ainsley, even if he knew.

Ainsley nodded, licking some chocolate off of his thumb and making one girls watching him squeal—it was surprisingly easy for him to ignore. "Sorry for just sitting down. There are other seats open, if I am making you uncomfortable," the boy said, though his tone suggested that he wasn't sorry at all. In fact, by the way he sipped at his hot chocolate and picked at his muffin, it seemed that he wouldn't move no matter what Yoshi said.

Yoshi shrugged. "No, I'm comfortable around you..it's fine." He said, a bit shyly. He smiled a bit, as Ainsley basically had his own audience in the cafe. He looked back out the window, but then back at Ainsley. "What about you? Do you come to this cafe often?" He asked him.

"No. It's a bit far from my penthouse, but I figured that it may be worth the walk. There aren't any cafes around my place," Ainsley responded, though he didn't really seem to be putting all of his effort into the conversation. For a moment, he allowed their booth to fill with silence, ignoring the fact that it made the air between them a bit awkward. Just as he was about to speak, a girl from his 'audience' walked up to them. She was quite beautiful, but it seemed that she knew it.
"Um, excuse me, but are you Ainsley Blake? You go to Ouran Private Academy, right?" she asked.
Ainsley raised a brow at her, glancing at Yoshi out of the corner of his eye. "I'm busy. Thanks, but you can leave now," he icily rejected. She didn't budge.
"You are him. How interesting. I never thought that the Ice King Blake himself would be in a small cafe like this," she giggled.
Ainsley turned to face her, but his expression clearly showed that she was less than welcome. "Go away. I don't care whose family name you have, or if you even go to Ouran. Surely someone from a wealthy family was taught manners, right? You're interrupting my conversation with my friend. Go. Away," he snarled coldly. How could a person be so incredibly dense?

Yoshi looked over from Ainsley to the girl, with a small frown. He wasn't very surprised at his 'iciness' towards the girl, but the the girl herself surprised him. She seemed very rude in his eyes, but he wouldn't say that. He turned back towards his food, and minded his own business.

Ainsley glared at the girl, hoping that she would leave, and after a moment more of smiling at him, she finally did just that. "What the fuck is wrong with people?" he hissed under his breath. He flinched hard at the sound of a camera snapping a picture, and when he whipped around to find the source, he saw the girl. She waved using the camera in her hand and then left the cafe. "What the hell...?"

Yoshi frowned, and watched her leave. "Why did she do that? Does that happen to you often?" He asked, and watched her out of he window. He looked back at Ainsley, his expression that of a confused one.

Ainsley blushed lightly, running a hand through his spiky hair with a harsh sigh. "Yes, it does, unfortunately. A lot of people are...interested in me, it seems. I'm sorry to have you dragged into this. It's likely that the picture is somehow going to end up in the news. Probably something about me having a boyfriend or something stupid of the like... I'm really sorry, Yoshi."

Yoshi's cheeks tinted a soft pink, and he looked away. "No..It's okay, I'm sorry for you, actually." He admitted as he took a sip of his coffee. "Do you usually find a way to stop the picture from going onto the news or do you just let it happen?"

Ainsley shook his head. "No. It's impossible to stop it when my family, the ones with the ability to do so, are in England... It usually blows over after about a week or two, but the real problem will be going to a school where people have to keep up their reputations... In other countries, there are few schools like this, and I usually attended public schools. They didn't care much in those schools..."