~Kyoya sat at a small, round table, writing on his laptop. He was most likely writing financial plans for the Host Club since he had left a little 'gift' for Tamaki on his desk, that little gift being a pamphlet for old Japanese tradition. Kyoya was just waiting for Tamaki to burst into the empty Host room for his 'Great Idea'. The sunset lights flooded the room, showering the sofas and tables in hues of orange and red.