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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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[Door opened, he steps back a bit. Please dump Break unceremoniously inside, it suits him.]

Thank you.

And don't say "it's nothing" this time-!

[He's placing him down gently......! Well, mostly. He's definitely careful with his head.]

You're welcome. [See, he can say it.]

I'll be back up to check on him later.

[Good job. Now, Reim can begin hovering fretfully. Again.]

Alright. Ah- good luck with- [finding zombie eyes... dealing with a bunch of panicked people...] Well, good luck.

[ He stirs. Was it... was it all a dream? It seemed so-- ]

Ow!

[ He reaches for his head. Now that he's lying down, all those bobby pins are digging into his scalp. ]

[The strongest man in Pandora, thwarted by bobby pins. He glances over at Break briefly before turning and leaving, making sure to shut the door behind him. Time to go find that eyeball...

But before he leaves:]

Good luck to you, too.

[exeunt.]

[--Oh right, those pins. Those many, many pins. Too many to watch Break try to find them all on his own, half-conscious.]

Can you sit up?

[ After the door has shut ]

Mmmm? Gilbert?

[That's not sitting up. Huff.]

He just left.

Gilbert...

[ He sits up, finally, pushing himself up with his hands. ]

He's a good boy, Gilbert.

You should tell him that.

[Beat. Can he just... reach over and... pluck out a bobby pin. Don't move-!]

[ His head nods forwards. Bobby pin access should be easy. ]

He wouldn't believe me. But he's a good boy...

Unlike soooooooooome people~

[ His voice is back to its fool's facade, though weaker and wheezier than normal: ]

Making an old man cryyyyyyy, Mister Reim. What a thing to do, hmmm~?

[Reim moves closer, steadying him with one hand and taking out pins with the other.]

I already apologized-!

[Hnn. Those guilty feelings are coming back.]

I suppose you have a right to be angry with me.

I should think so!

[ He sits for a moment, leaning against Reim's hand. He's quiet, feeling the sensation of Reim's fingers moving through his hair, plucking out pins. ]

But... .

I'm not angry. Well - I'm a little angry. Angry with Lord Idiot-Hair, mostly.

[There are so many pins, Reim almost regrets obsessively sticking them in in the first place.]

He didn't give the order to spite you, you know. If word got out about March Hare's skill...

Yes, yes. I knooooooow. I'm only a little angry~

[ The facade drops: ]

Mostly, I'm glad.

[He pauses, and his grip on the moment's pin tightens just slightly, before he hmms and continues.]

Good! Now you can quit moping around like-- [LIKE SOMEBODY DIED. Never mind. He hasn't yet reached his quota, so:]

I'm sorry.

[ What irony. Hadn't he been begging Reim's forgiveness, that night? ]

So - I'm a bit fuzzy on the details. You and I both survived that night?

["A bit fuzzy" wow, understatement of the year following this evening.]

Yes... [Lamely:] Sharon said we were unconscious for days.

But how--

[ He had been wounded, and about to lose to the Baskervilles. And with Reim "playing dead," it's hard to see how he could have helped. ]

What happened, exactly?

I don't know what happened after I was sent away, but...

[He is finished with the pins by now, and makes a neat little pile of them as he continues,]

March Hare's skill doesn't have a set time limit. When I woke up I didn't know where anyone had gone, but I found you fighting the Baskervilles. Lily--the little girl, she was going to kill you-

[With his gun! He pauses; remembering that night without the haze of agonizing pain is a little difficult. He even leaves out Gilbert being there, although that might be a conscious choice; something to save for a rainy day of blackmail. Er.]

Well, I called out to her, and you moved to strike- [and at this point he flopped uselessly into the grass, but] The other one got in the way; he died. A third escaped with Lily, and then Sharon and the others arrived.

[ He can't quite put his finger on what, but he's convinced there's some missing detail from this story...

Well, he'll sort it out later. He's tired. He runs his fingers through his now-unpinned hair. But there's one part of the story that he's got to comment on: ]

You're saying... you saved me. You saved my life.

[ He can't help smiling - incredulously - at that. ]

[Reim pauses, as if that fact just occurred to him. It's very different, knowing it privately and hearing someone- hearing Break say it aloud.

Is this what it feels like to have pride in something besides desk work?? He is certain he is making an embarrassing face. Hopefully he can mask it in his voice-]

So I did. You don't need to sound so shocked.

Haha~! Good point.

[ He flops back on the bed. He's a mess. There's still blood on his face, and his clothes (including that lovely, uselessly-decorative jacket) are stained with it. ]

Because it's the second time, right?

[Gross... Well, someone not Reim can handle that later, as Reim is quite done running around frantically this evening.]

Don't keep a tally... [There shouldn't even be a tally, reckless idiot!!]

Now, now. Don't get too full of yourself, it was a joint effort the first time.

[ Little Reim, little Sharon, and Lady Shelly... they'd saved him from himself. ]

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