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Who: Tamaki Suoh (

callmedaddio), Jack Ryan (

kindly_done), Augustus Sinclair (

worldentire)
Where In the mansion - from Sinclair's room to Jack's room and on to Tamaki's
When: Why not today? :D
Rating: PG? Oh, Bioshock 1 and 2 spoilers, just in case. <3
Summary: Sinclair's signed Jack up for the upcoming Host Club - so it's on to Tamaki's room to see how the King likes his new Host.
the Story: The last time Sinclair'd tried to go out of his room, he'd gotten lost for a week, and the time before that he'd turned into a Big Daddy - Omega, the form he'd been forced to take before his untimely (and excruciatingly painful) demise - so his hesitation this time around was understandable. He stared out into the hallway, lips twitching, fingers fumbling with his cigarette pack (the pack never seemed to run out of cigarettes, something he was increasingly grateful for, today especially). Teasing one out, he slipped it into his trusty holder, lit it, took a deep breath, and took a step out.

Nothing happened.

Sinclair breathed a sigh of relief and shut the door behind him, starting off towards Jack Ryan's room. His mind wandered, perusing the different outcomes the visit could yield. He didn't see how such an ... excitable boy would turn Jack down, but he knew Jack could back out at any time. He was an oddly skittish fellow, after all. Sinclair snorted to himself. Personally, he usually preferred to stay in his room and radio the people in Wonderland, but at least that was communication. Jack seemed to jitter from shadow to shadow, constantly wary of the people around him.. Then, Sinclair supposed, he was Ryan's child, and Fontaine's toy, after all. It suited him, being jumpy.

He stopped in front of the boy's door (he knew from watching the monitors, after all, that Jack was indeed "home"), tapping on it without hesitation. "It's me, Jack," he called, leaning against the wall beside the door. "Time t'go and visit that club leader. We need t'make sure we get you signed up proper, after all."

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Jack opened the door, already dressed in his crisp white shirt and lavender jacket. He looked less uncomfortable in the strange clothes than he had, but still a little stiff, and as he nodded his greeting to Sinclair, he tugged at his collar as if it was choking him.

His wrench was, as ever, tucked into the back of his belt, the deep orange-red contrasting painfully with the purple of the jacket.

"Hi. Let's get this over with."

Sinclair grinned at him, a friendly gesture, though he was swallowing laughter. The lavender actually suited Jack, he thought - at least, better than yellow.

"Y'look... strikin'," he offered, taking a drag from his cigarette. "Not bad at all, son. You clean up well, that's for sure." Sinclair pushed off the wall, started to walk down the hallway. "So, tell me, son: you'll be talkin' to ladies, y'know. I'm wonderin' if you're ready for it. Anythin' t'talk about, for example? What comes to mind?"

There was a rather long pause as Jack cast about for any topic of conversation at all, let alone one specifically geared toward ladies.

"I know some children's songs," he offered uncertainly.

Sinclair couldn't help it - he just had to laugh. "Not really appropriate, I think," he replied, grinning. "More.. stories. Or little lies, if you'd prefer not sharin' much about yourself. You have t'talk t'em. Besides, they'll probably be a little, ah.. older than children."

"Stories about what? Older?"

He frowned.

"But didn't you say--"

Sinclair said it would be like being home with the girls, and they're not very old at all.

"I said it'd be like spendin' time with your girls, not that it was. See, this is a bit more geared towards older ladies - not too old, mind you, probably 'round 16 or 17 - and it's just you, sittin' there, entertainin' them for a short time." He paused. "Make sense?"

There was a long pause, and then Jack said in a hushed tone almost of fear, "But mister Sinclair, I don't know anything about how to do that."

"It's easy enough, son," Sinclair replied smoothly, pointing his cigarette holder at Jack for a moment. "Y'just have t'remember t'be sweet, that's all. Sweet, and kind, and make sure not t'scare'em. Once y'get started, you'll be fine. Promise." He offered a smile. "You can always ask me for help?"

"Scare them? What do you--"

He sighed exasperatedly.

"You don't seem so sweet and kind yourself, at the moment. You tricked me."

"Just don't start talkin' about Rapture." He paused. "I didn't trick you. I told you it'd be just like talkin' to a bunch'a girls for a while and that'd be easy, and that's what it is."

"What am I supposed to talk about? My family? The farm?"

He shook his head, clearly annoyed.

"You can say that all you want, but you still tricked me."

Sinclair paused. "Listen, son. I told you you didn't have t'do this, and still you are. I'm assumin' it doesn't bother you as much as you're makin' it sound." Another pause. "And you could talk about your cookin'. Girls like it when men cook."

"Well, since you promised this guy," he mumbled, dropping his gaze for a moment.

"...They do?"

[And then~ POP GOES THE TAMAKI!]

[Tamaki was roaming around randomly.]

"'Course they do," Sinclair grinned, knowing once again that he'd won. He looked ahead as they rounded a corner - and was surprised to see Tamaki Suoh, right ahead. He pushed Jack forward slightly. "There he is, son," he murmured, before calling out, "Well, hello there, Tamaki!"

Jack stumbled a little, like a reluctant child pushed forward to recite by his teacher. He shot Sinclair a resentful look over his shoulder, hand dancing across his wrench for a moment--this 'Tamaki' kid doesn't look like a threat, but it paid to be careful.

There was an awkwardly long pause before Jack managed an awkward "Hi," to the stranger.

[Tamaki stopped, looking to Sinclair and Jack's direction in a dazed like. He then glanced around.]

Weird... I don't remember planning coming here... Must have randomly walked this way...

[He waved back to Sinclair and walked over to them as well.]

Hey, Sinclair. This is Jack, I pressume?

Sinclair smirked behind Jack's back, hands on hips. "Yessir," he replied, his tone quite jovial. "Nice t'see you in person, finally. Haven't gotten any leads on a room yet, but I thought you'd like t'see who I was draggin' in."

Jack shoved his hands into his pockets and forced a smile. It was a grim expression, perhaps even edging toward unintentionally scary.

"Hi. Jack W--Jack Ryan. Pleased to meet you."

It took him another long moment to remember to stick his hand out to shake.

[Tamaki examined him for a few minutes. He put on a slight smile and nodded.]

No need to force it. This is optional, so you don't have to if you really don't want it. It's nice to meet you, Jack.

[He shook his hand and turned to Sinclair]

You too.

Sinclair nodded. "Jack's a bit nervous about the whole idea. I thought maybe you could help him ease up a bit. I explained the basics, but I'm not really an expert."

Jack wiped his palms on his pants after releasing Tamaki's hand, starting to look quite anxious.

"I'm just not sure I understand...what exactly I'm supposed to do."

[Tamaki grinned, going host mode]

The job of a host is to make every girl happy! Therefore, you have different kinds of hosts to fulfill their wishes. It's simple. You just need to be a gentlemen and have proper manners and etiquette.

All you really do is talk, drink commoner's coffee, though I think that's just because Ouran, and do what you can to make them happy.

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y hallo thar

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I didn't know when to come in XD

ahahaa, you're fine! <3 Now's a good a time as ever~

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Lol, I'm not sure I got that right