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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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He had to point me to my room, it was horrid!

[And all the abuse sails over his head, or rather, bounces off his megawatt smile. Can't faze him yo.]

Will you please help me with my hair, love? I keep plaiting it crooked.

You'd think by now you'd be an expert.

[Ohhh so haughty. But after a beat, he holds his hand out to Jack, even if he's pointedly looking in the other direction.]

Come on. You should look decent before you go in.

[oh, he's an expert all right; he could braid his hair perfectly while asleep. Perhaps Alois is astute enough to realize that Jack-]

I missed you quite a lot, ah-

[He mutters, scrubbing at an eye while he curls his hand around Alois'.]

[Alois looks at Jack and wishes he didn't, quickly opting to turn and shake his head. Jack is tugged along, then, to somewhere a little more out of the way. A drawing room should do. (Why do rich people have so many weird extra rooms? Even now Alois doesn't really get it.)]

You're kind as ever, [is all that he murmurs. He's very good at shying away from things he sees and knows.]

S-Sorry, I -[he hiccups, halfway to using his shirt as a hanky and remembering that it isn't proper at all at the last moment. In the room he scrubs his tears away, smiling crookedly.]

Thank you.

Atrocious, [Alois announces in lieu of saying anything nice or comforting, but that doesn't mean he can't turn and reach up to press the cuff of his own sleeve against Jack's damp cheek.] How can you even bear to be in such a state? Really. Pull yourself together. You're an adult, right? [Dab, dab. The gestures, at least, are soft.]

[he is quite the Adult, in this situation, as evidenced by the Surprise Hug he'll be giving Alois now, whether he likes it or not. Warm arms fold around his shoulders, and a weepy Jack in his hair; clearly this, in no way, shape or form, is making Jack more presentable than he had been an hour ago.]

Why?

[It's a quiet question. Alois' hands are curled over Jack's shoulders, and without realizing it, he's gone up on his toes ever so slightly, to better reach. His voice, too, is muffled by Jack's hair, which is everywhere, and makes Alois sad.]

You came home already, so why are you crying?

I've forgotten what love feels like.

[he says, shaky and pained and with a voice so raw it's like it hasn't been used in a century,]

Back in my world, I think I never knew it at all.

Stupid. It feels like anything else, except it's love. It feels like—

[His fingers tighten, then loosen.]

Your plait - let me...

I'm being weird, sorry.

[he lets Alois go, still sniffling, but he seems genuinely relieved that Alois didn't push him away. He drops a quick kiss on the crown of Alois' head before trotting off to the nearest chair, pulling out a brush and a ribbon.]

You're always weird. [But he follows, ears pink, and plucks the brush up for himself, and moves to kneel on the floor behind Jack's chair. It's easier to start brushing out the ends that way.]

When your heart hurts and you want to cry, Jack... When you need something and it seems like that need won't ever be filled - that's what love feels like.

[Abruptly, he wonders what it would be like to wind Hannah's hair into plaits. It makes him stop for just a moment as he fights the urge to yank Jack's hair harshly, but it passes and he takes cautious care of the gold he's holding.]

I don't like loving things, anymore. But I won't ever forget what it is.

That's an honest way of putting it.

[He tips his head to the side, a fraction, and he draws up a knee to his chest. The ribbon, he winds across his fingers.

And here's a thought, and he smiles into his hands.]

Goodness, you really do sound like a teenager.

H- How do I?

[The only relief now is that Jack can't see his flustered face. It's nice to drop the chilly features and sulk with hot cheeks. The brush is wandering up, making its travels to the crown of Jack's head, though right now it's only a little below his shoulders.]

Teenagers are on the cusp of knowing everything and nothing, while always being dramatic about it.

[ he laughs to take the sting out of it.]

It's nice to see you acting your age.

[Will he be acting his age if he HITS JACK IN THE HEAD WITH THE HAIRBRUSH?????

...Well, he refrains.]

I'm not saying I know everything! I just - I just know this. And anyway... [He's separating Jack's hair, now, trying to keep the brushed bits away from the mussed.] I'm nearly an adult now.

[Don't be rude, not!son :c Jack toys with the ribbon again, before trying to look behind him.]

Do you want to become an adult?

[And Alois takes this opportunity to strategically move to work on the other side of Jack's hair. Don't peek at him, he's in turmoil.]

Does it matter? Wanting to won't make it happen any faster, and not wanting to won't make it happen any slower.

[Now the task of gathering aaaaall that hair and dividing it evenly into threes.]

Barring law, being an adult has nothing to do with age, love.

[TRYING TO PEEK AGAIN. Let me see your face, Alois.]

But people expect different things, and... [And he ducks, sheepishly, disappointed in himself for not reacting more angrily to Jack, like he'd intended. Then he peeks at Jack himself, which means Jack's able to peek at him, which means there's eye contact which might mean it isn't peeking anymore, which is just another frustrating thing to add to the list.]

You don't strike me as the sort of person who cares what people think, really.

[Jack smiles, soft and warm, and he shifts to pat Alois on the cheek - good thing his hair is long enough.]

It's not that. [Swift headshake, against Jack's hand. He bites his lower lip and rises up on his knees, to better reach the back of Jack's neck, where he'll need to start braiding. He wants to get this absolutely perfect.] It's, everyone grows up.

[Jack straightens up, then, shivering a little at the unfamiliar feel of someone else plaiting his hair.]

What do you want to be, when you do?

I don't - know. That's why it bothers me. I don't know who I'm supposed to be.

What sort of thing do you want to do for the rest of your life?

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