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>

Comments

[his_own_will]

Then don't complain. [ broken record much? ]

[littlest_lord]

I'll complain all I wish.

[his_own_will]

Then you're just a brat.

[ he fills up Ciel's glass again. All the better so Ciel never remembers a thing in the morning. ]

[littlest_lord]

I never claimed I wasn't!

_{[Oh...ty Oz.]}

[his_own_will]

Then I guess nothing's ever going to change. Don't you get tired of standing in one place? [ honestly, where's Elliot when you need him? ]

[littlest_lord]

Sometimes.

[his_own_will]

Then you should run. [ he'll give Ciel that extra hard shove in the back ]

[littlest_lord]

_{[Ow Oz, not cool.]}

I'll have an asthma attack.

[his_own_will]

Then start off slow.

[ now, now. it's not like he'll leave strawberry stains all over that fancy shirt of Ciel's. well... maybe. ]

[littlest_lord]

_{[Why this.]}

I hate running.

[his_own_will]

Then ride a bike.

[ so many innocent smiles! ]

[littlest_lord]

...I don't know how.

[his_own_will]

[ !!! ]

You don't?!

[ no worries, no worries ] We'll get you training wheels.

[littlest_lord]

No, I don't.

_{[Wait what?]}

...Training wheels?

[his_own_will]

[ he nods ]

For the bicycle!

[littlest_lord]

I don't need a bicycle.

[his_own_will]

Yes you do.

[ more wine? too bad. oz is drinking it now. ]

[littlest_lord]

No, I really don't.

[his_own_will]

But you just said you can't run.

[ just deal with it Ciel. You're getting the bicycle no matter what. ]

[littlest_lord]

And my incompetence in running equates to needing a bike how so?

[his_own_will]

[ he raises an eyebrow ] So you can get around more easily. You don't expect to be carried everywhere, do you?

[ nevermind walking of course. Ciel doesn't do enough of that either. ]

[littlest_lord]

Don't be preposterous! I'm never carried anywhere, nor would I want to be!

[his_own_will]

...

Oh, so you can walk right now? [ after about five glasses of wine? ]

[littlest_lord]

Absolutely.

[his_own_will]

[ he twinkles just a little ]

Then prove it.