§ I&#39;m the Idiot to your Poetry §

I didn't do it on purpose [Yes he did.] Do I have to beg you to come and help me?

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That... won't be necessary.

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[ ...because he'll show up dutifully with the tiniest broom known to man and lizard, and a little trey, too. All in all, he's rather pleased with the sight. ]

You haven't come to harm yet. That's good.

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[That sounds so much like something Claude would say. Sitting on the table, Alois is kicking his legs mid-air excitedly.] That's because you came to save me. [He likes being in the same room as someone who moves and talks just like Claude would. He wants to be able to see Gilbert's eyes closely. They're incredibly similar to Claude's.] I'll be sure to reward you for your trouble. [This sounds like a promise.]

Edited Date: 2011-12-15 08:13 pm (UTC)

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[ ...and once he's out of this place, Gil will forward the nomination for Alice as a proper instructor on spoiled children with his own two hands. All that education is paying up.

Removing the shards is easy - glasses break in big pieces - but there is always some residue, and he'd rather take few chances. He's up soon enough, one hand out. ]

May I see your palms, please?

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[And Alois opens his hands for Gilbert immediately, palms up. He's pretty pleased. Being a spoiled child pays off, after all.]

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[ A cursory inspection is enough for now. No bleeding, nothing shining on the palm, no cuts. That's acceptable. ]

You were lucky.

[ He lets go. ]

Will that be all, sir?

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No wait! [He jumps off the table and goes over to the counter. He's already prepared a slice of cake on a plate. He brings it to Gilbert with a big smile on his face.] This is for having helped me. [Maybe he's standing a bit too close, but he's smiling cutely as he holds the plate our for him.]

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[ he's startled a little by the offering, but has the sense to take it with a nod of thanks; in the end, this poor young man went through the trouble. ]

Thank you. I'll... keep it for a friend who enjoys these things.

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You don't like cake? [Because if you are not eating it yourself just to spite him, he will be mad.]

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[ he laughs. ]

My friend likes it enough for two. It's become a habit to enjoy watching him eat it instead.

[ ...that it's improper for the help to dine with his employer's guest might also play into it. ]

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Well done. Gilbert, you are welcome to have cake if you'd like -- it isn't impolite because I do not mind.

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[Ignores Ciel's glare and smiles at Gilbert.] Thank you again for what you did for me.

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[...it occurs to him, distantly, that he's somehow ended up between two, overly short evils. ]

I'll...excuse myself, then.

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That is quite enough. This is not the Trancy Estate and you will not treat my servants in such a manner. Am I understood?

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[WHAT THE ACTUAL]

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What the fuck crawled up your bum and died? I don't understand what kind of fucking problem you have.

Edited Date: 2011-12-17 01:57 am (UTC)

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I have a problem when you speak to Gilbert in such a spoilt way and treat him disrespectfully, when you break my things and act as though you own everything here. I am not afraid to put you into your place.

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What? Did you assume that me bringing you here is something I did out of kindness? Don't be stupid. You are not worth that much to me- this new body is all I have to thank you for and I will remember you for it. But that's all.

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[There are tears forming at the corners of Alois' eyes, but they're mostly tears of anger.]

And what have you brought me here for, then? To make fun of me? To watch me suffer?

[He's a bit intimidated by that dangerous glow, though. He takes a step back.]

I did not treat Gilbert disrespectfully. I was trying to be kind! But you won't allow that, right? You love taking people away from me. Claude liked you better, Gilbert likes you better-- are you trying to steal Luca from me too? Is that what you're planning to do with all that tutor bullshit? [His tone is pretty hysterical by now, and he's crying harder.]

Is it because you want to see me being left alone just like you were? [He'll probably regret saying this once he calms down.]

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No. If I wanted to do that I would have just left you alone and done nothing. You suffer well enough on your own- the biggest insult to you would be silence.

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Yes you did. Breaking glasses and making him clean it up was not kind. I had no control over what Claude decided to do. Since he was your servant you're the one who is responsible for him. Why would I even think about stealing Luca from you? You really are stupid- the fact you beat me was a complete fluke.

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Is that the best you can do? Cry like a helpless child? Wait for someone to save you? Life is not a fairytale.

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[Some time ago, this could have really been the best Alois could do. Before he proved his soul's worth to Claude, he would have never been able to stand up to someone like this. Luckily, he's not that person anymore.]

Don't come telling me how I should and shouldn't have behaved with Claude. You clearly don't know shit about how to treat your own demon. [He smirks wickedly now. He feels like when he was still in Ciel's body and tried to scratch Ciel's chest until it bled. Just like then, he's so mad he wants to hurt him.] That's probably why Sebastian dumped you in this fucking hole. You're right, silence is the best insult. And silence is all you're receiving from him right now. Tell me, why hasn't he come for you yet?

[If there is a tomorrow, it's gonna be a terrible one. He will feel so guilty for saying this.]

Don't act all high and mighty with me. You're in my same exact situation. [He's still sobbing hard.]

Edited Date: 2011-12-17 03:47 am (UTC)

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That's none of your business!

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Your same situation?

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No. We're not the same at all. I know how to move forward and you've long forgotten how.

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[Ciel's yelling startles him. Ciel is always so calm, it's difficult to see him worked up. But seeing him in such a state makes Alois grow more agitated too. He's crying and sobbing so hard he barely manages to breathe.]

I am trying to move forward. But it's not easy when you live with someone who tells the fucking servants you're crazy and who judges everything you do.

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