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

[retraced]

We can't even get off this island.

[Not that he's bitter or anything.]

[faking]

Ouch, Gilbert, that was such a dark mood compared to what I said.

[retraced]

[He winces, because yeah, that was bad even for him.]

Sorry...

[faking]

Gilbert...

[Is that a - flicker of concern? ...Or a flicker of mischievous intent? Hopefully the concern...]

You seem stressed, [he stage-whispers earnestly.]

[retraced]

[He's guessing it's mischievous because it usually is.]

Ah. No more than usual.

[faking]

Even though you're cool, you're really depressing...

[retraced]

'Cool'?

[Yeah, that's the part that he takes offense to.]

[faking]

You know, the tall, dark, mysterious, handsome type! Oh, Gil, don't act so weird about it, it just makes you more mysterious. My friend, you're digging yourself into a deeper hole.

[His elbows scoot up further on the table, and he leans over his own plate to get a better look at Gil, cheeks in hands.]

So what's eating you? Not dinner I hope! [AHAHAHAHA]

[retraced]

[Alois, you're a weirdo and he still doesn't know how to take you.]

It's nothing that you need to worry about. Did you finish your green beans yet?

[faking]

[H- Hey.]

Mister Gilbert Nightray, as a master of this house, I do worry about it, and as a master of this house I can actually eat my green beans whenever I damn well please.

[retraced]

And as preparer of your meal I can ask you to eat them!

[faking]

And as someone who gets on your nerves I have a right to know what else is getting on your nerves!

[retraced]

You don't own the rights to my nerves!

[This sounded a lot better in his head.]

[faking]

Hey! Don't try and say I don't have a special place all my own in there. [But he spears a green bean with his fork.]

[retraced]

[Yes good eat them all.]

Don't say that like it's something to be proud of.

[faking]

But doesn't it mean you think about me once in a while, Gilbert? [CHEWS CUTELY]

[retraced]

How could I forget.

[It's mostly said sarcastically.]

[faking]

I won't forget you either.

I know you won't ever come to me for anything or tell me secrets, and that's okay, but if you ever need me to put my foot down about something or - or get shouty at someone, you could say so. People around here might get sad if you stress yourself into, uh, cardiac arrest.

[Now he's a bean-eater. Munch.]

[retraced]

[Alois are you sick...

But in reality, he has very, very little to say to that in return except for a few stuttered half-words that would sound like apologies and excuses if he could get out more than one syllable at a time.]

[faking]

Did I say something weird? [This is said with a smile that totally shows he knows he's said something weird.]

[retraced]

Most of what you say is usually weird, right?

[Yeah, he went there.]

[faking]

Gilbert! My words are beautiful and they're meant for your heart.

[retraced]

Eat your beans!

[faking]

This shit is why my life is full of heartache. [But he stuffs a forkful of beans into his mouth.]