There Is A Dinner Party Right Across The Hall

[littlest_lord]

Who: Phancyhive and invited/close CR!
When: Wednesday Evening for supper
Where: Phancyhive
Summary: With so many new additions to the household, it's only proper to welcome them with a dinner party.
Warnings: A bunch of crazy people around a dinner table. What could possibly go wrong?

<sub>[Ciel hated parties. Really, he did. They were an unbearable drudgery of having to socialize but he could manage to endure for one night. It was expected of him to host such an event, what with the new additions to the household, so despite his desire to lock himself away in his office, he'd been dressed in lovely clothes and had the whole thing arranged.

The dining room itself was decorated exquisitely and the food that had been set out was unbearably tempting to anyone who'd glance upon it. Hopefully, the whole night wouldn't be an ordeal. The last thing needed was more stress.]</sub>

Comments

[jokesonthem]

[Or both, what now!!]

Mm, alright... [But did his personal space have to be invaded. Will he ever meet someone who doesn't do this all the time. Questions, questions. He adjusts his glasses, a bit nervously because Jack Vessalius...!]

I am.

[psychopath]

[-- and this is where Jack claps his shoulder in a very manly sort of way. Why are you so tall, mister Lunettes.]

You're after my time, then? Have you boys been taking care of my seals...

[He grins.] Just joking, don't worry, I know you are.

[jokesonthem]

O-of course!

[Reim figures it would put a damper on this party to say something like "actually they are all breaking and we kind of suck at taking care of them properly," so. He leaves that out.

It is weird, though; aren't those seals full of body parts. Gross...]

You're awfully cheerful about them...

[1/2]

[psychopath]

I'm a dead man, Reim, what else could I do?

[HA HA. HAHAHAhahahahhhh]

[psychopath]

[And then he makes this face.]

And when I'm from, only one of the seals had been left unbroken, so I'm happy that in your time, they're all intact!

[jokesonthem]

[Don't talk about being dead, that's awkward... Lying to Jack Vessalius is awkward, too. Oh well.]

Right... That's something, I suppose.

[Hm...] Only one?

[psychopath]

Yes, just one. It's quite taxing.

[He murmurs, looking into his wineglass.]

But- oh well, neither you nor I can do anything about it, while here.

[jokesonthem]

[What is the proper etiquette for this kind of thing? Talk about work? Yes.]

I'm sure the hard work continues at home.

[psychopath]

[You must be really fun at parties, Reim.]

It better. [he pouts, full-force, hand on hip- and then he looks past Reim and squints.]

Do you know Gil and Vince, then?

[jokesonthem]

[Is this not fun? It feels fun.

He blinks, a bit surprised, as if the concept of not knowing someone (and all of their secrets) is new and strange.]

Yes- of course.

[psychopath]

[Oh, Jack is one of the people you won't get anything from, mister Reim-san!!]

And that Xerxes lad?

[jokesonthem]

[Challenge accepted, sir!!!

The next face he makes is his patented "oh no did he do something offensive again" face.]

Yes... Xerxes is my good friend. He hasn't been- bothersome, has he?

[psychopath]

[Jack makes a confused face. Actually, it's more of a 'holy shit I have no words to describe him let me just make a really confused expression because I don't know what else to do' face.]

Oh, goodness, no, ah... He's- well, he's quite exuberant.

[jokesonthem]

[That is a face Reim has seen dozens of times. Even though it probably means Break is definitely bothering people, stop it Break!! He tries a little sympathetic smile.]

Well... You get used to it. Mostly.

[psychopath]

I'm not saying anything, but you must be a very patient man.

[jokesonthem]

I've heard that before... But please, feel free to say whatever you like. Xerxes can be quite the headache, I know.

[psychopath]

How long have you known him?

[jokesonthem]

Years. [Pause. How best to convey "over an actual decade with Xerxes Break" without curling up on the floor and whimpering-] Many, many years.