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>

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[He doesn't even have a chance to yell back that it's because he's staring at his brother's eyes right now.

He doesn't have a chance to do anything except react angrily.

And just like before when Break had called him useless at Yura's estate, he swings his fist towards Break's face. Except Break isn't completely blind now; he doesn't expect the hit to land, like usual. Still, he throws his fist without thinking, too worked up to second guess himself.

Meanwhile the water boiling on the stove will probably start to spill over.]

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[maddeninghatter]

[ Break spins effortlessly away from Gilbert's swing, more a graceful pirouette than a dodge. His cane flicks through his fingers, twirling an arc through the air - until it comes down on Gilbert's back, hard.

However - he didn't use visual information for any of it. Just the knowledge, based on prior behavior, that Gilbert might try to hit him; and his ability to sense him moving. ]

Useless~♪

[ He draws himself up, triumphantly preening... ]

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[maddeninghatter]

[ At which point, the water boiling over starts to splash against him. ]

Tch!

[ He recoils from the pain, not really understanding what it is. He has never had occasion to boil water for himself in his life! ]

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[retraced]

[WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO HIM.]

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[But he'd expected it, really. He was never going to get lucky enough to land a hit on Break ever again. Limping, he shuffles over to the stove and turns the heat off, moving the pot to another burner.]

Ugh, ow...

[maddeninghatter]

[ He grimaces. The sense of triumph is fleeting; no matter how many times he hits Gilbert, it doesn't dispel the gnawing sense that his useless subordinate might, after all, be right about this.

Well. Never mind that. He'd come downstairs for a reason. He moves out of the way to let Gilbert tend to the stove. ]

As I was saying--

He's here. Jack Vessalius!

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[Oh, right. Oh man. Is now really the time to say 'I knew all along'? Shit.

He hesitates a very long, empty moment.]

Is that so...?

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[maddeninghatter]

[ ...that was not the reaction he was expecting.

It's as if... ]

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[maddeninghatter]

[ ...did Gilbert know about this already? ]

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[maddeninghatter]

You knew! And you didn't--

You were just going to let me run into the man, without knowing who he was!

Is it any wonder I want a new left eye!

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[OUCH THOSE WORDS HURT

But he's still got a quick and truthful comeback!]

H-HE MADE ME PROMISE NOT TO SAY ANYTHING!

[maddeninghatter]

You--

[ He pauses, thinking. Jack had referred to Gilbert and Vincent as "boys," confirming what he'd long suspected: an association between them, a hundred years ago, at Sablier. Indeed, Jack had spoken of them in familiar terms.

And Gilbert's fixated, unnatural devotion to Oz; Break has also long suspected something else is behind it. Someone else: ]

Jack Vessalius. Is he your master, now?

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No! Of course he's--!

[He winces, raises his hand to his head and digs one knuckle into his temple.]

Oz is my only master. But a request from Jack is...

[As absolute as a master's word.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ With his new left eye, Break can perceive enough of what Gilbert is doing to recognize that gesture. ]

A request from Jack is what, precisely?

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[He keeps his hand against the side of his head, eyes narrowed but clearer as he opens them and turns his attention back to Break. Nope, not answering that question.]

What did he say to you?

[maddeninghatter]

Absolutely nothing at all.

[ Is Gilbert unwilling to answer? Or unable? ]

Since he's been here, do you recall--ugh!

[ And this is when his new eye decides to start wiggling again. ]

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Break?

[The hand inches away from his head.]

What's wrong? Are you all right?

[maddeninghatter]

[ He claps a hand over his eye, and backs away. ]

Haha! It's nothing~!

I'll leave you to your work, shall I? We'll, ah, continue this conversation later.

[retraced]

[He still doesn't approve of this really, really weird eyeball thing, but at the same time it's not like he can ignore it if something goes wrong. He takes a step forward as Break backs away.]

Does it hurt? Maybe you should put ice on it...

[maddeninghatter]

[ Gilbert must not find out how terrible an idea this eye is turning out to be. This is the most important thing, obviously! ]

I said, I'm fine!

[ Said in the most convincing impression of "fine" ever. ]

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Have you even been taking it easy since you had this done?!

[All things considered, Gil isn't even sure that he should be out of bed at this point.]