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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.]
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
[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...?
1/2
[ 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...
2/2
1/2 this barely merits its own comment, fight the power
2/2
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.]