â€œIs everybody ready?â€ Tamaki was radiating excitement, giving Haruhi a brief kiss on the lips until she pulled away, stuttering. Today, the host club was setting up an old fashioned English tea party and they spared no penny for each costume and decoration. Helle pulled awkwardly at his polo shirt and cardigan, fidgeting even more with the pleats in his black pants. Tamaki must have noticed because he gave Helle a look.<br/><br/>â€œMeeko, just leave it! You look wonderful!â€ His cheerful vibe managed to bring a smile to Helleâ€™s face and he turned to sit down at one of the lacy tables that had been set up. Little scones and jam were already placed at each table, just waiting to be munched upon. White curly chairs lined each perfectly set up area, pushed in just so. Helle sat down gently, folding his hands and beaming at the door, sparkling aquamarine eyes filled with the softness the girls came for. One by one, each member went to their respective places and gave each other quick nods.<br/><br/>Tick, tick, tickâ€¦ And the doors were opened. Like a little yellow river, each perfectly dressed highschool girl ran up to Kyouya, demanding her appointments. Soon each one was appeased as they scampered over to their boy, each already in character and waiting.<br/><br/>Helle was smiling sweetly at the girl who had come to sit down at his table, reaching forward to stroke her hands.<br/><br/>â€œOh you look stunning today! Its just so beautifulâ€¦â€ His Danish accent was light but noticeable, giving him an air some called exotic. He was still confused as to why but went with it, for the club.