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

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

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. ]

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[And some time after Gilbert is finally confident that he can leave his room and feel his way through the house, he can be found somewhere in the hallway or staircase, one hand constantly grabbing hold of some surface, be it the banister, a wall, or a table.

There's no way he's going out of the house in this state, but there's also no way that he's going to let Oz or anyone else do simple tasks like get food for him. Like Break had told him to, he's trying to 'adapt'.

It's a shame that Gilbert, in any body, fails so badly at 'adapting'. But he's at least put on real clothes and brushed out his hair. His straight hair. Why does Break have to have such cool hair, this isn't fair at all!]

Well, if it isn't Mister Xerxes Break!

[ Madam Red never did attempt to make sense of the man's mannerisms, and so when he's gripping onto the walls, she doesn't think much of it. In fact, she continues on her way past him - and gives him a friendly pinch on the bottom as she does! ]

Good morning~!

[Okay, first of all

no

no Break did not become friends with this woman.

Break, why would you do this to him? At this rate the teasing will never ever end! Not with Madame Red at his back and Xerxes Break in front giving him grief from both ends.

And speaking of at his back--]

Ee-eeeh?! [He leaps about a foot in the air at that pinch, grabs his rear with both hands and twists himself around to 'face' her. Of course, he can't see her all that well, there's only a shadowed area where he assumes her to be. Except in reality he's sort of yelling at a houseplant near her right now...]

W-w-w-what was that for?!

[ Madam Red simply has to stop for this, a hand pressed to her chest, as the other covers her grinning lips.

Just--... Just give her a moment to get these giggles out of her system. ]

O-oh you, stop~. [ Hee! ]

[ Okay, okay. She'll wave that off now, head tilting inquisitively. That reaction seems almost... too genuine?

So, just to be sure, she'll reach to take his face in her hands, and gently turn it the proper way. ]

You are feeling alright, aren't you?

I'm--

[Damn it, he's already promised not to let anyone in the house know about what's happened! But how is he supposed to pretend to be Break when he doesn't even know the first thing about him?! His face goes bright red at her touch, and he turns his face down to hide his sightless red eye from her. What would Break say...]

Never better...just - m-maybe feeling a bit off today?

[Nailed it?!]

[ At that, her brow quirks high. ]

Is that right?

[ Leaning in closer to level with him, she mutters in turn: ]

I maybe feel as though you're not telling me the truth, dear.

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...!]

[ 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. ]

[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!]

[ 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.

[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.

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!

[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.

((ooc: i hope this isn't too late still!))

[ it doesn't take a genius to realize something is up. Break would never grope his way through a house after all. Which, perhaps, is why Oz creeps up next to Gil and... ]

Break, how dare you?!

[ whap, that's what you get for groping! ]

[He's just trying to find the kitchen, damn it!

Wait, his hand just touched something that wasn't a table or a wall. Or an inanimate object at all. No, that was definitely a person--

THE LAST PERSON THAT HE'S WANTED TO RUN INTO, TO BE HONEST.

And cue the most distressed look that Break's face is capable of making here.]

Oz?! [He'd cry if he could, but since he isn't able to, he'll just throw his hands up and out of the way and cower.]

S-sorry, forgive me!

[ awww... Break is kind of cute when he's distressed. Where's the camera? ]

Break? [ his voice is tentative. Is he questioning your... Breakness? ] This isn't like you. Did you bump your head? [ let Master Oz ruffle his fingers through that nice fine hair. ]

[Oh no, right. He's supposed to be pretending. Crap, okay, he can pull this off. What would Break do...]

I - no, I was just startled! You...uncute brat?

[His face is flushed red by now, and the hand in his hair only makes it worse. Damn it Oz why?! Hesitantly, he reaches up to shove that hand away.]

[ pft, Break almost apologizing. Hah! But nope, Oz is just going to linger over that fine, fine hair and whine when "Break" brushes him away. ]

But, Break... You're clearly not acting like yourself today! You're not sick are you? [ mmmhmmm, Oz presses his forehead close to Break's, admiring that blush up close and personal. cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute! ]

[Crap, Break would never let Oz get this close! He'd probably flip him at this point, actually...or at the very least say something terrible cruel. Neither of which Gil is able to do, in his body or not. He's not going to make it at this rate...!]

P-probably! I don't know, but I should probably go get some tea or--

[There, Break likes tea. He backs up another few steps, reaching out for the wall with one hand to keep himself steady.]

[ Oz CLAMPS DOWN on Break's arm. It's not polite to run away! ] You can't expect me to hear that and let you go! The sitting room is just over here. I'll ring for a servant and you can have ~all~ the tea you want!

[ silly Gil. Just how far are you going to go with this farce? ]

[He'll go as far as he needs to before he's actually called out.....]

Oz - let go! I said I'm fine! Or if I didn't say that exactly, that's what I meant to say! R-rather - w-where is Emily?!

[He's bringing your stupid doll into this, Break. Fight him.]

[ nope, not having it. He's just going to drag Gil over to that sitting room and haul him through the door. ]

Don't worry, Break, Emily's safe with Gil right now!

[ opps... pft ]

Gil?

[Insert the driest face that Break is capable of making as he dragged along.]

O-Oz...how long have you known...

[ he pauses, but only just long enough to open up the door. ]

Known what?

[ Don't give up the ruse completely, now. He had been doing so well! ]

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