[ Somehow, Break has managed to make it through dinner. It's almost over, thank goodness. In truth, he would have left already if he'd followed his better judgement; slipped out quietly. But there were too many people here, too much going on. Enemies to spy on. Fascinating people - Jack Vessalius of all people! - to watch.
And people who shouldn't be worrying about him.
So when his left eye starts to move on his own, he doesn't touch it. He squeezes it shut; no one can see, it's hidden under his fringe.
But... there are too many people, glowing bright, reflected in his new eye. Even through his heavy fringe of hair, even through his eyelid - he can see.
It can see. All night long, from person to person, it's been zeroing in on its own. It wants... ]
GAAAAH!
[ He stands suddenly, gripping the table with both hands. ]
SSSSSSPPPPPLOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHT!
[ …it wants out. Sorry, Gilbert, Ciel, and Alois. Your lovely dinner table, spoilt by blood and zombie eyeball. Paging Dr. Franken Stein? ]
(squick warning!)
And people who shouldn't be worrying about him.
So when his left eye starts to move on his own, he doesn't touch it. He squeezes it shut; no one can see, it's hidden under his fringe.
But... there are too many people, glowing bright, reflected in his new eye. Even through his heavy fringe of hair, even through his eyelid - he can see.
It can see. All night long, from person to person, it's been zeroing in on its own. It wants... ]
GAAAAH!
[ He stands suddenly, gripping the table with both hands. ]
SSSSSSPPPPPLOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHT!
[ …it wants out. Sorry, Gilbert, Ciel, and Alois. Your lovely dinner table, spoilt by blood and zombie eyeball. Paging Dr. Franken Stein? ]