I know who I was when I got up this morning...

[maddeninghatter]

Who: Gilbert Nightray, Xerxes Break, Phancyhive denizens
When: Saturday, August 4
Where: Phantomhive-Trancy Estate
Summary: Bodyswap shenanigans
Warnings: None

BANG! BANG! BANG!

[ Having paid attention to the network and the news over the past few weeks, as well as directly witnessing Ahiru's experiences, Xerxes Break wasn't completely surprised to awaken this morning in a different body. ]

BANG! BANGBANG!

[ Tch! Gilbert's hands are so enormous. Break adored them, at first; but how does one actually accomplish anything with such fat fingers? Getting bullets properly loaded into their chambers is an unexpected challenge. ]

BANG! BANG!

[ Gilbert's height feels awkward; he's clumsy and slow. Yet Break can feel a sense of vigor that he hasn't experienced in years. He'd forgotten what it felt like. Youth. Health. Even taking a deep breath is a pleasure (despite Gilbert's idiotic habit of poisoning himself with cigarettes).

Oh. And… binocular vision. Yes, that.

Which is why Break is outside the Phantomhive-Trancy estate, at 7 o' clock in the morning, shooting his name (Gilbert's name, actually!) into the side of a garden retaining wall. Because he can. ]

Comments

[retraced]

I - I don't have any reason to lie!

[Oh geez, why is she so close? Is this how she and Break usually act together?! He can't do this, he absolutely can't! He refuses! Okay, time to respectfully excuse himself.]

I'm sorry, milady, I have to - er - get tea and...go about my day! Please excuse me...

[Backing away slowly...!]

[spiderlilies]

[ Yeah, she'll just cross her arms at that. Very suspicious-like. ]

Very well, then. I wouldn't think to meddle where I'm unwanted, of course~. [ Never. Of course. ] After you♥.

[ A bat of the lashes and a tilt of the head, she'll just wait to see him off. ]

[retraced]

[Okay, he's got this. Just act like an arrogant smug jerk like Break always does. He stands up a little straighter, attempts to turn around and walk as flamboyantly as Break usually does--

And walks right into a table.

Oof!]

[spiderlilies]

[ With a sigh, Ann reaches out to gently loop an arm around his and lead him away from that table. ]

Were you trying to get yourself some breakfast, then? I can lead you there. [ She starts them off down the hall, in the direction he'd been headed before. ] Though I expect some sort of explanation. This is more than a little worrying, you know.

[retraced]

[There's no choice but to be led there unless he wants even more bruises or to attract more unnecessary attention to himself, so he lets his body go limp so that she can march him off to wherever she wants to take him. And food does sound good...

Something sweet.

Why can't he only think about sweets?

Ugh, Break's body is terrible!]

...It's just turning out to be a bad luck day. [Break's voice sounds strange with this type of weak inflection, but he's too mortified to attempt to fake it.]

I'm sorry to trouble you.

[spiderlilies]

Bad luck, is it? That seems like something of an understatement.

[ Patting his forearm, she smiles - though it occurs to her that me might not be able to see it. ]

Really, it's no trouble. I was heading there, myself!

[retraced]

[It's too late to flee. He'll probably just run into something else or trip again and the last thing he needs right now is a bloody lip or another bruised shin. Plus he really does feel parched. Surely Claude has made tea by now, right?

With sugar. Lots of sugar.

No choice, then...

He sighs and tries to stand up straighter.]

Please, lead the way.