fandomhigh | Fandom High School Host Club - Sunday, February 10

On this particular afternoon, soft classical music could be heard throughout the Music room at Fandom High. Tamaki had brought with him a small stereo and had been sure to have plenty of waltzing music on hand. In addition to the music, he'd brought two stacks of handouts, which he stacked neatly next to the stereo.

Tamaki smiled at everyone as they filed in, then bowed low in greeting.

"My fellow students and brand new hosts," he said cheerily, "Welcome to the Fandom High School Host Club's second ever meeting!" He smiled and gestured to the first stack of handouts. "First of all, I would like each Host to take a look at these basic lessons in etiquette. You will all be expected to behave like gentlemen while you are in the club! Do not forget," he winked. "I would also like all of you to see me when you have a moment, for I shall be taking costume theme suggestions for upcoming meetings." He turned to the guests. "I shall also take costume theme requests from the ladies, if they have any ideas," he added, with a disarming smile, "For their input is the most precious of all. Our aim is to delight!"

"As I mentioned in my e-mail earlier this week, you will all be learning to waltz today. A gentleman is graceful and light on his feet, Hosts," he said smoothly, sweeping his arm through the air as he spoke and stopping it in front of the second stack of papers. These are your dance step diagrams. Study them carefully, then choose a dance partner and give the waltz a try! I will be watching, and please do ask me if you're unsure. Give it your best effort! On occasion, the Host Club will have parties, and parties require dancing!"

After a moment, he grinned and cocked his head to the side, raising a hand to his chin. "I would like to add that I am also available to dance, and honored to do so, should any of the lovely volunteers feel lonely or wish to test my skill and grace."

He raised his hands and clapped them sharply, beaming with glee as he did so. "Begin!"

[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up. Post is here for everyone who loves to dance! The Host Club is seeking volunteers to waltz with the Hosts and the music room doors are wide open. Please come and dance with us!]

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"Shall we?" he asked finally.

With a wide grin Cassandra nodded for him to lead.

And he started the dance with a step. Then another. And finally, he connected the movement to the music...

Cassandra simply watched him, moving in response to him. It was a simple task, and a fun one. It was a real conversation, after all.

It was easier than most for him. He'd grown up with a lot of animals, responding to physical queues.

At first she was content to let Liir lead. See what he knew and how much he would push them.

He switched from the first dance he'd learned, the simple, to a slightly more complex version, the second one that Glitch had taught him.

"Are you enjoying this?"

Cassandra nodded and grinned, "I like dancing." It was a simple statement, but true.

"I like flying," he said, unhelpful. But he was trying.

"Why?" she asked curiously without missing a step. Dancing was about movement and control. Flying was... different.

"It's hard to describe," he said. "I don't actually think I can, really, but it's wonderful. There's nothing as amazing."

He blushed.

"Well, there's one thing."

Cassandra shrugged at his claim about flying, but then cocked her head curiously at his last sentence.

The blush got worse, a deep wine red color.

"I don't know if that'd be appropriate."

She shrugged again, allowing the subject to drop as she added a few flourishes here and there to the dance. That was where the fun was, after all.

He noticed the flourishes and attempted to add his own. He didn't do too badly.

"What brought you here this time, incidentally? The dance?"

A grin flicked across the edges of her lips at his own little additions and she moved to match them, taking only the slightest of breaks to nod in answer to his question.

"I've seen you in cooking class, but we've never worked together. You know my name, yes?"

She frowned, trying to remember. Mostly she knew him by the way he stood and moved, but... "Liir," she eventually said.

He nodded.

"Miss Lulu's teaching assistant," he supplied. "And your name is..."

"Cassandra." Then, after a moment, she added, "Cain."

"I thought so, but I didn't want to assume. Did you have some trouble with the toaster?"

He was trying to remember.

"I think it was broken," she told him. Because it hadn't been her fault, right?

"I just wanted to be sure."

He smiled as they continued to dance.

"Do you like cooking?"

Tamaki had called him the domestic type, hadn't he? So cooking could be discussed.

Cassandra considered for a moment before answering, "I... guess. I don't know much about it."

"Well," he ventured, "what do you like about dancing, if I might ask?"

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