Tamaki laughed too, seeing how his words fitted. "Of course - I am very special," he chuckled along too. Although, that wasn't so much of a joke. He really did hold a high opinion of himself, for the most part. He couldn't see why not. He was loyal, fun, clever, playful... Ah. The list could go on, but then he'd become all starry-eyed. 

"You haven't guessed?" Twirling off the wall, he came to a standstill in front of her. Dropping to one knee, he dramatically took her hand between his and looked at her imploringly. "My lady, I am but a humble, lonely, undesirable man... Would you do me the honour of the final dance?" he asked, a twinkle in his bright eyes. 

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Mimori shrugged, looking thoughtful; any one of them would be a good dance. Except for maybe Honey. Mori, with his tall stature and silent ways, might be elegant to dance with. Kyoya too, for slightly different reasons. "I think a dance with Mori or Kyoya would be lovely," she smiled. They were both neutral to her, in any case. Unlike Hikaru.

She swept her gaze around the room, and it landed on Mori - who was just asking a guest to dance with him. The guest squealed, just about jumping up and down with glee. The scene was heartwarming, if a little disappointing. But then she saw Kyoya, who was leaning against a pillar and scribbling something down in his black notebook. "Kyoya looks free..."

((I was thinking a dance with Kyoya could be interesting, as he could kind of notice the attraction and how she picked them apart.))