late night date

[psychopath]

Who: judge (iudex), jury (littlest_lord) and executioner (psychopath)
When: oct 15th, wee hours of morning
Where: all over the port right up into Phantomhive manor
Summary: A romantic walk in the Port! Featuring gross flesh wounds and broken curfews. (Oswald goes to pick Jack up for being truant, horrible things ensue.)
Warnings: said gross flesh wounds. Cursing. Gratuitous angst. Possibility of pie gallows.


[jack, all in all, was having a fairly good day. Enjolras was in AGI's hands, he still had til sunrise to sneak back into Phantomhive manor, and hey, no amount of Chain-induced weakness would bring his mood down.

Instead it does, and he's lying on his back on some sidewalk in the middle of Sector 4. His motorcycle's parked across the street, and so is his helmet; Jack's just preoccupied with catching his breath because holy shit, using B. Rabbit was an endeavor in endurance. He couldn't remember it being this hard to use him.

Belatedly, he thinks, he should check up on Oz later. But for now, he'll just lie down on cobblestone at one in the morning and watch the stars. Hopefully he has at least five minutes before any sort of monster approaches (again).]

Comments

[littlest_lord]

Both Alois and I have warned you plenty about the pie gallows, Jack. You've been foolish and the punishment fits the crime. So please, sit down.

_{[Ciel is all smiles as he says this, although he's clearly tired as he stands barefoot in his nightgown. He'd wanted to sleep, after all. But no.]}

You can try to talk your way out of it, and I will listen, but I doubt you can convince me to not pie you in the face.

[psychopath]

I'll take it, all right- I can explain in the morning.

[resignedly, he takes a seat, giving Oswald a reproachful look. This is your fault why :( ciel is up far too late to listen to jack try and dig himself out of this one, and he feels slightly guilty about keeping the teen awake.]

I'm not going anywhere so the rope-- [not gonna need it!]

[iudex]

[good luck explaining, jack!! oswald is unrepentant as he just- toddles to a wall, ignores the shit out of that look, and leans against it, subtly using it for support.

there are three pies tho does he get one too-- what sort of cruel and unorthodox punishment is this??]

[littlest_lord]

I expect an explanation in the morning over breakfast. I want scrambled eggs and toast and bacon. You can manage that, yes?

<sub>[ENTITLED MUCH? Of course he is. He'll demand what he wants from Jack without repose - you still belong to him, after all. It doesn't help that you sound like Sebastian when you speak like that, and in Ciel's own sick, sadistic way, this is a means of self fulfillment. If he closes his eyes he can pretend he's throwing pies in Sebastian's face again and nothing can really ever come close to the satisfaction he felt that day.

When Jack sits Ciel takes a pie, smiling ever so sweetly at him as he walked forward.]</sub>

Oswald, you can take a pie as well, if you'd like. Any last words, Jack?

[psychopath]

Ah- [wow ty for ordering him around?? Jack knows he deserves it, though, so,] yes, Ciel. [and probably something sweet too. Just not pie.

Jack throws Oswald a Look of oh no don't you dare! But he supposes he deserves that, too.]

That had better not be all cream. [he says, with the air of a man five seconds away from execution.]

[1/2]

[iudex]

[looks at ciel.

looks at jack.

looks at the pie.

looks back at jack.

then back at ciel.

aaaand back at the pie.]

[2/3 i lied]

[iudex]

[fuck yes he wants to take a pie and push it in jack's face!!]

[3/3]

[iudex]

[...but can he push away from the wall? can he? he can, his life nothing but pain right now. he can make room for some pie to (jack's) face and immediately pushes away to snatch one up.]

I'll take the back. [yeah jack he's

he's coming for your hair and sliding over with pie in hand.]

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[Brilliant. Double teaming always works better than a one angled approach.

Thus Ciel reaches out his tiny hand, gently brushing a few strands of gold out of Jack's face before, with a smile, PRESSING THE PIE right into the man's face.

He twists the pie just for good measure, before pulling it back, watching as lumps of pie fall from the man's face onto his lap and the floor, the remaining disaster having smeared brilliantly over his skin.

He loves you Jack, honest.]</sub>

[psychopath]

[Jack will just splutter here and die quietly from the gallows thank you.

Oswald, revenge will be sweet and bloody tasty, just you wait...! There's pie in his face and pie in his hair and oh god he'll just ineffectually try to wipe it off.]

[iudex]

[not even a problem. the gallows were effective, oswald sees. splendid, right jack?? he happily smeared it down your plait too and just kind of leans back and...

and leaves what the pie was in on jack's head and returns to the wall. can't even enjoy himself like this, gosh!!] Have you done what you needed to, Ciel?

[nnnot to ruin ciel's sadistic buzz, but he'd like to be excused. bring your revenge on, jack!! oswald can take it.]

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[Ciel doesn't answer immediately. He's too busy stuffing his little hands into the last pie, grabbing fistfuls of it to put down the front and back of Jack's jacket and shirt. It's clearly obvious Ciel's enjoying himself maybe a little too much. The Earl does have a sadistic streak to him, after all.

When he's finished he cups Jack's cheeks in his palms, smearing thumbs against skin, as if he's wiping away invisible pie tears. Yes, leave him alone.]</sub>

Yes, I'm done. _{[He addresses Oswald first, even though he's staring at Jack.]} Be good now, and go to bed after a bath. Don't you dare sneak out again or you'll be choking on pie next time.

_{[With that he pulls away, but not before swiping a finger down the bridge of Jack's nose. There's some cream there and yup, the finger's stuck right past his lips.]}

Oh, and be sure to clean up the mess Jack. It isn't fair to leave it for Gilbert now, is it?

_{[And with that Ciel's pitter pattering toward the doorway, a sweet smile on his lips.]}

Goodnight, to both of you. Jack, I'll see you for breakfast.

_{[Time to go, which is exactly what Ciel's decided, leaving then to wash his hands off and climb back into bed with Alois, thoroughly satisfied.]}

UMM HOLY SHIT CIEL (unsure)

[psychopath]

[Jack stares at where Ciel's been for a good minute, wondering where the hell did Ciel pull that out from? And then he remembers what sort of broken child Ciel is and he just- sighs out cream and trots to the sink.

Most of it can be washed from his face and hands but his hair and jacket are lost causes. He stalks past Oswald and sniffs haughtily at him, almost offended.]

Pie gallows. [he makes a face. an 'I feel gross right now' face.] Come on then, you can wash my hair because this is your fault.

[He's-- only half-joking, maybe they could conserve water and time and just crowd the bath.]

thank god for being a duke and cielproof (unsure)

[iudex]

[again this is an instance where oswald would roll his eyes if he were a sassy person, but he is not so the most that he does he watch jack. as usual. pie gallows, huh? well, whatever that... was, jack deserved it for going out, and it assuages oswald's own worn out anger for the moment.

- wow so readily blaming it on him. oswald wonders how much else jack blames on him, but. no. banishing that thought. not tonight.]

I don't mind washing your hair. [even without the blame put on him, ty. eyeballing the mess. right.]

You're not going to clean it up?

so as long as you're not jackproof we're good

[psychopath]

I'll clean it in the morning.

[i.e., when you're asleep. Jack makes his way to Oswald's rooms (yes he's decided, the bathtub might be big enough; if it isn't well, tight fit then!) and yes, that is a pout he's throwing over his shoulder.]

You don't even know how long it is! [he mutters, annoyed at Life; as much as he wants to strip oswald of his clothing, he's not entirely too sure pie and open wounds should mix.

He looks belatedly at a hand; there's already blood smeared over his wrist and he absently rubs it on his pie'd jacket.]

he couldn't be jackproof even if he tried

[iudex]

[right. in the morning.] While you're cooking?

[does he sound amused that might sound amused - gosh no need to pout. oswald follows him faithfully and lets his eyes trrrail over jack's plait. well. he'd say "not as bad as lacie", but he doubts that would count for anything. it's lovely hair.] I have some idea.

[what does count is that he comes up close behind him and reaches out, going to snatch jack's hand (for the umpteenth time tonight) and- stopping, pulling back, and honestly it makes him angry that jack would be hurt but jack is far more of a reckless fool that oswald could ever be. oswald can barely keep himself from speaking, grabbing jack up regardless of punishment pie, and examining it himself.

all in due time. he bites his tongue on that.]

YES GOOD LOVE ME FOREVER X-(

[psychopath]

Hey, I can cook! I can make you breakfast too, lord sleepyhead.

[He sounds affronted that Oswald would ever question his cooking skills (however nobody will ever hold a candle to Gil's cooking), and makes a disparaging sound once they reach Oswald's rooms. Well. How would this work.

Jack's oblivious to the severity of his arm's injury, a gash of a thing crossing the inside of his elbow from bicep to forearm, that probably needs stitches-- well! He'd been thinking it was just some cut.]

Mm, I think you should have the bathroom first. [LIKE HE'S THE ROOM'S INTENDED OCCUPANT, YES.] How's the bleeding?

how did that translate to love in your oswald to normal person dictionary (unsure)!!

[iudex]

I'll look forward to it.

[no, really, he will. master glen couldn't cook to save his life and lacie would forget everything, so this outta be.. fun... whatever that is, of course.

and then that's said and NOPE. staring staring staring.]

You're the one with pie on you - go. I can wait. [doesn't.. answer.... the question, nope, he doesn't want to think about it bc it's actually pretty bad. waiting for wounds to heal is a bitch.

- oh wait. that's right. out loud after thought:] - I have to wash your hair. [whelp guess he's going, too.]

[1/3]

[psychopath]

[Jack glares at him suspiciously, but he- well, Oswald still looks as right as bloody rain, maybe his wounds are healing faster...? He hmphs and stomps into the bathroom, waiting for Oswald to get in.]

Can you unplait it for me, then? [Wow he's really going to wash Jack's hair, this is weird. He unzips his jacket (pie and cream going splat on tile) and steps out of his boots,] I'll just-

[2/3]

[psychopath]

[oops oh shit he forgot about - the jacket drops to the floor in a pile of bloody cream and oh, wow, his sleeve's stuck to his arm. He tugs at it tentatively and rips the clotting blood off, hand starting to drip drip drip blood on the tiles.

There's a pause, an awkward one.]

[3/3] yan lyfe you can't stop me!!

[psychopath]

I- think I'll just wash my own hair, you can wait outside.

[He says cheerfully, lifting his good arm and proceeding to try and herd Oswald out! Yep. Nothing to see here!!]

I'll be done in ten!

[1/a day in the yan lyfe]

[iudex]

[just kind of follows jack in like he usually does, passively listening to him talk - he likes the sound of jack's voice after six months without (this won't change, he feels) - eyes glued to his arm as jack starts shedding -] Of course.

[and then -]

[2/can so totally stop you]

[iudex]

[son of a-

he's going to hang him by his plait.]

[3/5?] except when i can't FML

[iudex]

[no, no, calm down, jack is human and stupid and he should have expected this from the beginning. and then jack tugs at his sleeve and

more

blood.

a h.]

[4/5]

[iudex]

[no, he is definitely not letting himself be herded out of the bathroom! as a matter of fact he remains an unmovable statue short of lashing out to grab jack's good arm and a towel from elsewhere and- how dare you try to herd me out of the bathroom!!]

You will not! [he might be mad. who knows. wooooosaaaaah calm down--]

Raise your arm. [look he's already moving to help and he doesn't seem to be in a good enough mood to start handing out free will as he turns on jack quick and lets his arm go in his frustration so that he can tie the towel around the wounded arm.]