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sirenspull_logs2012-09-19 11:07 pm
littlest_lord) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-09-19 11:07 pm
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.]
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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[Not a dress etc etc.]
You- you idiot!
[He raises his hand to whack Break, but-! Look at all that blood and mess. He drops his hand and just kind of... nudges disapprovingly.]
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[ Exhaustion and pain are taking over. He closes his eye. ]
You're the one always telling me off... for making people worry...
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[Oh is he going to pass out again. Reim stands up.
A thoughtful pause.]
What should I tell Lady Sharon?
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Don't tell her anything!
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She was there, Xerxes. She deserves to know you're alright.
[He wishes he had his notebook to fuss with right now!]
I'll keep her out of your hair until you're cleaned up.
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Fine. Tell her the eye didn't take, and I'm all right. But just... just... leave out the part where I...
[ ...wept over you in front of everybody? Break waves indistinctly, as it that makes his point clear. It's not nearly as effective a gesture with a closely-fitting jacket. ]
Er. Cleaned up. Right.
[ He'd been too shocked when it happened, too shocked and too much in pain and then too grateful, too happy to notice it, but now... shame is starting to set in.
He thumbs at the buttons of this jacket, which offends him now as much for its tightness as the fact that it's no doubt stained with blood, and starts to shrug it off. ]
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Sure. She doesn't need to know the rest.
[It kind of embarrasses him, too, his incredible obliviousness. Sharon is caught up- she doesn't think anyone's dead, so it's fine. Surely, this is the best possible way of dealing with the Sharon Issue.
He watches Break pull at buttons, considering the relative grossness of everything on him.]
I can take that with me. [...and hand it off to Gilbert!]
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[ Thank you, Reim. ]
It was... too tight, anyway~!
[ Arranging his features into a petulant expression, he balls up the jacket and hands it to Reim. ]
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[Like a real grown-up. Reim shifts the jacket so that the bloodiest parts are concealed in the middle and tucks it under his arm.]
Do you need anything else...?
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[ He's very far from "cleaned up," but taking off his jacket seems to be as far as he's going to move in that direction.
He turns his back on Reim. He bats at his pillow, fluffing it up. ]
Just...
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1/2 this barely merits its own comment, fight the power
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He gives a noncommittal murmur (what does one say in this situation, "oh yes me too"?) and heads for the door. As he's about to leave he looks back at Break for a preemptive chiding:]
Get some rest!
[--and he's off.]