Music room 3, the home of Ouran High School's infamous Host Club.
The doors are wide open and the sounds of chatter and laughter come from inside.
"Yeah! If you come back tomorrow we'll have even more cake!"
"What if I joined up? Would I get even more cake?"
"You'd get so much cake," Honey says.
This seems to have caught one of the other host's attention.
"Did I hear right? You want to become a host?"
"Frankly, I don't see why everyone doesn't want to. Between the food, the beautiful women..." He looks Tamaki up and down with a gleam in his eye. "The beautiful men... It's a sinner's dream. And I try to make time for my sins."
"Not everyone has what it takes what to be a host. We, the Ouran Host Club, accept only the most beautiful, the most exceptional, the most well mannered of men."
The twins cough.
He looks at the twins.
"Yes, there are some exceptions but those exception must be be made up for with equally magnificent qualities. Not just anyone has what it takes to be a host."
"Did you hear that?" one of the twins fake-whispers.
"He thinks we're magnificent," the other twin fake-whispers back.
"I'm magnificent too," Ariel promises.
He flares harmony. He's more than magnificent. The twins are magnificent; Ariel is radiant. He's like the sun, if the sun made it painful to look away.
It's on the very border between acceptable and unacceptably obvious magic use. It only lasts a few seconds. If somebody noticed, they'd probably think they'd just imagined it. But to anyone who knows what to look for, it's a flagrant display of power. It demands a response.
Tamaki strokes his chin.
"Well, well. There might be some talent here after all boys, but it will take more than that to impress me."
"Well, I wouldn't ask you to take my word for it," Ariel demurs. "But I think I'm qualified for any test you care to put before me. Would you like me to sweep a lady off her feet? Perhaps one of you gentlemen?" He grins toothfully as he steps up to an innocent bystander, who abruptly has some trouble with the circumference of his tie. Another blushes furiously and stares at her shoes as he gently tucks a flower into her hair. "Who do you want me to be, Mr. Suoh?"
Tamaki considers this.
"I've got it! We are going to hold a tournament."
"A tournament?" the twins ask.
"To see who is the next potential host! We've been the same for too long."
What does it take to get through to this guy? Ari was really hammering on the princely-type angle there. Maybe he doesn't like other guys encroaching on his territory.
Well, a contest's not so bad. He's obviously going to win. "I await your challenge with bated breath. Shall I run an obstacle course with a tea saucer balanced on my head? Because that'd be very nostalgic."
"The challenges must be a surprise!"
"Very well, then!"
"Return tomorrow and make sure you are prepared."
"Very well, then!" Ariel repeats.
He stays for a little while longer, despite this obvious dismissal, mostly because he sees some very nice chocolates over there he hasn't tried. Then he makes his excuses and goes back to the dorm.
"Back," he calls.
Elijah is doing what appears to be t'ai chi, which he pauses in the middle of a sequence to wave at his brother. "How was the thing."
"Interesting, to say the least. There's a boy there who's used dissonance to keep himself apparently prepubescent. I'm invited back tomorrow to audition to join the club."
"Huh. Is that what you're into? Do you want me to be younger? It'd be kind of fun, in a twisted way." He flexes dissonance to make himself temporarily look innocent and baby-faced, a transient little glamor that dissipates after a second. "You could be Daddy."
"Ew. No. He's just an interesting person, I'm not a fucking shotacon."
He considers. "...okay, maybe a little. It's kind of distressing."