Music Room 3, he said. Trust me, he said. Well, here's Kaede, trusting him.
He opens the door to Music Room 3.
Kyoya does not break eye contact.
"We have the best cake!" Honey says, dragging him over to a small table in the corner.
On top of it, is a bright pink, three tiered cake with elaborate icing work. One slice has been cut from the bottom tier.
Mori follows them to the table and cuts two slices in three quick movements.
He slides the pieces onto two plates and hands a plate to each of them.
He takes one. "So how old are you?" he asks Honey.
"- are you sure?"
"There were eighteen candles on my last birthday cake. I counted!"
He slowly raises an eyebrow.
"Mitsukuni is eighteen," Mori confirms.
Honey eats three slices.
The twins appear at Kaede's elbows.
"You'll never be a host in that ratty old uniform."
"I won't?" he asks innocently. "Should I take it off?"
They grin at him.
"-that sounds like a great idea."
"But what will protect my virtue then? The only vase that could be strategically placed to keep this show PG is broken."
"There's always the cake."
He shrugs and starts taking off his jacket then.
"You can't. The ladies could be here at any moment!"
"We want them to notice him and partial nudity makes a powerful first impression."
"Is it supposed to be only partial?"
"Hikaru, Kaoru, do you have your supplies for art class?"