a-princely-host:

Tamaki , as usual for his appointed guests, had already set up a table with their finest tea set close by. He only wanted the best for his first male customer.

He wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Was he to flirt and shower him with compliments as he did with his female guests? Perhaps he should start slow- throw in a few subtle compliments then see where it goes from there.

Would this man swoon over him as his regulars did? Or would he attempt to flirt back? The whole thing left poor Tamaki a bit scatter brained.

However, on the outside he looked calm and collected. A smile laced along his lips as he stood infront of their table. His hands  rested behind his back as he gestured to the table.

“ Right on time Hakuba-ouji.” He said pulling out his chair for him.

Him? A prince? Hakuba looked from the young man to the chair that had been pulled out for him and had to take a brief moment to double-take. As scatter-brained as Tamaki might have been, Hakuba followed in spades. Wasn’t he supposed to get Suoh-san’s chair? Or, no, wait, he was a guest of Suoh-san. This was to be expected. All the same, he’d had servants pull chairs out for him, but never an equal. Of course, he’d never been in a situation where such treatment was appropriate – with another man, at any rate. No, those encounters had always been far more casual. 

But Hakuba recovered well and quickly, nodding his head gratefully, taking the offered seat.

“Thank you, Suoh-san,” the detective said with a smile. “Or – is there a title that you prefer I call you? I must confess, I’m not all too familiar with the fine print of protocol for a Host Club.”