RP account for Una Pequeña Muerte, a multi-fandom RP.
[Kyouya sat at the edge of his bed, clutched in his hands his usual clipboard - the one Badou had so eloquently told him to “get the fuck over” - and pen. He looked down at the chart he’d made with numbers and figures scrawled in various boxes, color-coded bars extending through the names of Kyouya, Badou, and Wolfram - about who Kyouya knew virtually nothing, other than he was a friend of Badou’s, and that meant…well, it couldn’t be very flattering.
Trades, huh? That could work…but even if it didn’t seem possible, Kyouya would make it work. He was known for that kind of thing - he was the Shadow King, after all, keeping Ouran’s host club out of debt for as long as he had; Badou had to have some sense to come to him for leading the business.
Kyouya’s Angels…it was ridiculous, but a small smile twitched at the corner of Kyouya’s lips. It was just ridiculous enough to work. If Tamaki taught him anything, it was to take some calculated chances.
Kyouya stood and, peeling up a sheet to glance at the one beneath the chart, confirmed Badou’s trailer and set off from his own to chat with the ginger. When he reached the door, he knocked three times and adjusted his glasses before speaking.]
Badou, it’s Kyouya. No, I’m not here to give you allowance, but I’m here to talk to you about - er, the Angels.
[He said loudly, unsure if the redhead was sleeping - probably, after all he didn’t seem like he had much else to do but whine about Kyouya not giving him an allowance, smoking, and babbling incoherently at others - but waited patiently on him to open the door.]
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