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There Is A Dinner Party Right Across The Hall

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?

_{[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.]}

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I'd like to see it, if possible. [But yes, he'll just pay attention to Break right now, working on stopping the bleeding.]

Ah--

Doctor Stein, here at last.

[ He feels suddenly relieved now that Stein is working on him - probably inexplicably relieved, all things considered. But with that sense of relief comes sudden wobbliness. He's... he's just going to let go of Gilbert and lean against this wall here. Can he slide down it? He's going to slide down it and sit. Yes, that's better. That's-- ]

--JACK VESSALIUS HAS IT?

Jack...

[He turns and gives Reim an unspoken 'please take care of this' look before standing up and dashing back into the dining room. No Jack, stop.]

I--didn't think it would be a problem-!

[It rolled that way and Jack picked it up!! Isn't that helping! Why is everyone so upset oh my god Reim is going to take a step back and just stand here against the wall. why this]

[There goes Break, down the wall. Stein crouches beside him, manages to finish dressing the eye.]

Try not to jump around too much.

[ Wrapping his mind around the idea that Jack Vessalius could even be here is hard enough; he knows (painfully!) that the Core revives the dead, but even one so dead as Jack?

But why on earth would Jack pick up his eye?

Well. He'll save that thought for a moment when his eye isn't currently being packed and dressed. Now that the initial shock is wearing off, it's beginning to hurt in earnest. Ow. ]

You could try to be a little gentler.

[He's not even going to dignify that with a response.]

What happened?

It started moving! On its own!

And then it--

[ How does he even describe... ]

You know the rest.

Did it fall out on its own, or did you remove it? [He would not be surprised if you just yanked it out, Break.]

It didn't fall out, it JUMPED!

[ Urrrrrrgh, the thought of it is making him ill. ]

... really?

That's odd.

[OKAY... ENOUGH OF THESE INSANE PEOPLE...]

Odd! That's what you have to say about it? Odd! What-- what?

[Reim you are overreacting. Stein just... looks over at the man.]

Well, I wasn't expecting it to just jump out on its own.

[ Now that Stein has finished his wound dressing, Break stirs. He's trying to stand. He doesn't want to talk about this... this terrible idea... ]

Ha! Haha! I suppose it is odd. I wonder if they've put the desserts out yet, I could do with some cake~♥

[ His voice is sing-songy once more, but weak. ]

No cake!

[HONESTLY. He rounds on CRAZY PERSON NUMBER TWO again.]

What were you expecting? Why were you expecting anything at all?!

[ Well. That was inevitable. "I told you so." Even though Break knew this was coming, it's just... too much. He's disappointed, crushingly so. He's in pain, he's embarrassed and ashamed. He's made a fool of himself at dinner, been chastised by Gilbert of all people, and now-- ]

You're one to talk, at least I didn't get myself killed!

[ That thing he's been thinking about for two months, that's been constantly on his mind since Reim's arrival, but that he specifically hasn't talked about finally surges to the surface. ]

[Stein's just gonna get out of the way a bit here, move off to the side so these two can have their lover's spat without him standing in the middle.]

[And this is probably a good time for Gilbert to pop his head back in and proclaim from the doorway:]

It...got away...

[Wow it's like there are other people in the room that Reim is completely ignoring. SORRY...]

Me! Oh, that's hilarious, Xerxes- you run off and get some kind of- of- Look at his head, he's clearly insane--

[No offense.]

--You go off and do all these STUPID things, and complain that I-

[Waaait. He actually processes that sentence, in between irate gestures.]

What?

[ All of the things he isn't saying all get said, furiously: ]

The Core brings people back from the dead, you're dead! You died! That little girl - she killed you for sport. You're the stupid one, you're the idiot, you should have been safe behind your desk, but you wanted to help me, you MORON!

You--

[ All the fight goes out of him, all at once. He's tired, suddenly. Defeated. ]

I...

I called your name, but you didn't--

[ Perhaps he had hoped, on some level, that if he didn't say these things, they wouldn't be real. The awful finality of it hits him. Reim died, for his sake. His voice cracks. He can't see Reim, but he still turns away. ]

I'm sorry!

[He isn't dead, first of all. But Break thinks so, and he thinks it was Lily-- oh. Oh.

It occurs to Reim that he never actually asked the last thing Break remembered from home. No one told him; surely, someone would have mentioned something of this magnitude. He had simply assumed... Things suddenly click into place; every stupid mood swing, every pitiful face he never got an explanation for.

This--is inconvenient. For lack of a better term. Reim doesn't say anything for a moment, stricken; on some level, this is his fault.

(Suddenly, a seemingly inane comment about a faraway rabbit makes much more sense.)

Where does he start.]

Xerxes...

[There is no satisfying way to apologize for this, is there. He had felt terrible the first time this happened, in the brief moments before he passed out- he isn't the one who keeps things from other people, it was awful...

The look on Break's face is one thing from that night he remembers quite clearly.]

I-- [He moves towards Break and then stops. Should he touch him? Should he prostrate himself and apologize for being so completely oblivious? He hovers there, not-quite-touching Break's shoulder with an outstretched hand.]

Xerxes, listen to me-

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