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sirenspull_logs2012-09-27 07:05 pm
maddeninghatter) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-09-27 07:05 pm
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Just a middle-aged man
Who: Xerxes Break and Phancyhive
When: September 24th
Where: Under a blanket
Summary: In the aftermath of this (squick warning), Xerxes Break is hiding from the world. Unfortunately, the world can find him pretty easily.
Warnings: References to eye squick
[ Break had spent the first few days afterwards recovering: sleeping mostly, and occasionally poking at his NV. But now, as he's feeling better, the enormity of what happened is beginning to sink in…
Not so much his eye popping out in front of everyone at dinner, that could happen to anyone (that his erstwhile eyeball has been marauding the mansion is a detail of which he is, as yet, blissfully unaware).
But that Gilbert, of all people, had chastised him. And he'd deserved it. Even worse - the way he'd been behaving for weeks and weeks, so much foolishness, over something that hadn't even happened! He's been so public about it, so obvious…
Well. He's… he's just going to be here in his room. Under his blanket. ]
When: September 24th
Where: Under a blanket
Summary: In the aftermath of this (squick warning), Xerxes Break is hiding from the world. Unfortunately, the world can find him pretty easily.
Warnings: References to eye squick
[ Break had spent the first few days afterwards recovering: sleeping mostly, and occasionally poking at his NV. But now, as he's feeling better, the enormity of what happened is beginning to sink in…
Not so much his eye popping out in front of everyone at dinner, that could happen to anyone (that his erstwhile eyeball has been marauding the mansion is a detail of which he is, as yet, blissfully unaware).
But that Gilbert, of all people, had chastised him. And he'd deserved it. Even worse - the way he'd been behaving for weeks and weeks, so much foolishness, over something that hadn't even happened! He's been so public about it, so obvious…
Well. He's… he's just going to be here in his room. Under his blanket. ]
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Tap tap tap tap tap!]
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No. An amorous robin would thump irregularly. A woodpecker would rat-a-tat-tat insistently. A tree branch, perhaps, blowing in the wind?
Too... too insistent. This is a person. A person tapping on his second floor window. Someone must have climbed a tree, to get to his room, on purpose to tease him. But who? There's only one answer.
Break tosses off his blanket, flings open the window and calls: ]
Whyyyyyyyy~! Oz. How lovely of you to drop by~♥
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[There is suddenly one (1) Jack Vessalius up in your face, Break! He's balancing precariously on the sill and the nearest branch, basket of assorted eclairs slung over his elbow.
Please don't slam the window in his face ;_;]
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He was so sure. Oscar had told him about Oz's propensity for climbing trees - and falling out of them. Break even has his hand out, to pull the boy inside, lest he break his neck.
He could pull his arm away and shut the window (that is his first instinct); however-- ]
Ah, my lord Vessalius. You look so alike, I mistook you. Come in, come in.
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[Oh well, too late; Jack climbs into Break's window easily, like he's done it a dozen times. He appears to nearly trip, though, if the way he tries to stabilize himself using Break's shoulder says anything.]
And please, it's just Jack. I'm not a lord at all. Are you - are you all right? How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?
[AND SO IT BEGINS.]
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[ Hang on, hadn't Jack picked up his eye? ]
Why did you--
[ On the other hand, how does one exactly ask a person whether they pocketed one's escaped organs? And then there's the sweet smell of eclairs thoroughly confusing everything. He hardly notices Jack's hand on his shoulder. ]
Er. Yes. I'm all right, I suppose.
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Oh! I sneaked these out of the kitchen, since I - think you like sweets, do you like sweets? I figured it wouldn't hurt, dear, just drink lots of water afterwards!
[He's talking over Break, really. He'll deny having that eye; he'd already implied that he never picked it up, to Gilbert.
Besides, he'd lost the damn thing, good riddance.]
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Aaaah, thank you~♥
[ People don't typically bring him sweets like this. They chastise him fretfully, or hit him with fans, or resent him intensely whilst helping him at great cost...
He's suspicious, even as he seizes an eclair and bites into it. And yet, Jack's fabled charisma is undeniable. ]
Gilbert made these, I suppose.
[ His other left eye... ]
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[Yes, Jack is still going to refer to Gil as a small child. Because.
Also one of the reasons why he's here is to look around Break's room. Not that he's stalking the other man or anything, but he wants to know as much as he can about Break without being too obvious.]
And- especially when you...had the same eyes as his brother.
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Ha! Ha! Ha! Gilbert can do little else but worry, and--
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...what?
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Erm, wasn't...the eye that you lost gold?
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[ ...and suddenly, Gilbert's odd behavior is explained. ]
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Ah! Ha! Hahahahaha!