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Naturally backDATEed

Who:

soulbait
What: TEA TOGETHER
When: November 11th, Mid-afternoon
Where: Ciel's manor at the north end of the village
Summary: Ciel asked Bern out and she accepted even though he called her old
Rating: PG?

[So... Bernkastel due to arrive, Ciel's in the manor, Sebastian won't vanish for another day or two, life is good other than, you know, the events of Halloween lingering over his head and being stuck in a hellhole of a village. But details, details. The point is that, awaiting her in the sitting room (no doubt with Sebastian assigned to bring her in) he's here ready to ~~get fat~~ eat his weight in various cakes and such Sebastian has set out and tea he's prepared.

A mundane meeting, probably, but one which will be ironically relevant when the one who made all the stuff here vanishes in a day or two]

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[...] A desire to have pleasant afternoon company. [You decide if that's sarcastic or not. His tone's unclear.

He'll just get fat over here on this cake]

[She...isn't even sure if he's serious or not. But whatever.]

I'm sure.

[She pours herself some tea, but doesn't drink just yet.]

However, you are not someone who talks without reason. Therefore you are not one who invites without an ulterior motive.

That being the case, would it be wise for me to reveal that motive so early into the visit?

[Sip... and then he gets a little fatter still]

It would save us both wasted time. [Not that she thinks you will :|]

You have more pressing matters in an inane village like this? [Weren't you the one who said it was boring; woman?]

I have better things to do than entertain a person groveling for social interaction. [It is boring, but now her faux-canonmates are showing up left and right and it's hilarious to troll them all.]

I am not groveling! I merely asked you to come! [Yes, his lost his temper there a little so what]

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Yet you can't explain why. Your excuse is shabby and you're not very convincing.

[RAGE but inhale... exhale. There.] I assume you faired well during our Halloween time?

[He can't be sure either way, but either she did and it'll be distracting or she didn't and it'll be more distracting. Either way, more time for him to take a bite of cake]

[Ugh, Halloween time. Yeah no, not fun at all.]

Better than most. It is not something that is relevant any longer.

I suppose not. [Okay, sip here and then, carefully...] Regrettable that we did not run into each other during the affair. [After all, he might have learned something about the woman's past. Maybe. ...But then, no way he wanted her to know about his, ignoring that she already has seen the brand and from that might deduce- well whatever.]

It might have proved enlightening.

[Not answering that. She's glad they didn't run into each other - her sanity was failing the entire time and being near Ciel would not help.]

Enlightening? How so?

Why, to see what things you might have seen during the later half of the affair, of course. [A distinct pause here. He's smirking by now, but he's also pushing it and he knows it but if it gets the ball can in his court, well.]

Though perhaps even your costume might have been of interest. [His own wasn't but some other people's - Frey's comes to mind - did reveal to him some neat info]

Yes. It is such a shame I couldn't invite you into my world. Alas, there is no need to dwell or grieve about it.

My costume was a mundane outfit. Nothing that would interest you, I'm sure.

[...Was that sarcasm or not? Either way, the first sentence makes him blink rapidly because that was not as expected. But he recovers quickly in either case]

A mundane outfit for a decidedly not mundane individual... comical, really, when outlandish outfits seemed to crop up on many other individuals.

[Oh Ciel, she would have loved to show you her personal hell. Really, you would have loved it.]

Good fortune must have been shining a light on me that week.

What of you then?

I was forced into shameful attire. [He admits this, because it can distract from how hard the week was with the hallucinations. He would prefer not to ping on it, but this might be the only diversion]

A very blunt admission, Phantomhive. To think you have no shame in that. I'm impressed.

The outfit is since been destroyed and none have seen it who would spread the tale. There is no need to dwell on it.

Ashes to ashes.

Of course, the outfits were not the highlight of the week.

No, I suppose not... [So he can't avoid it, can he?] Though that ball was rather anticlimactic.

Quite. Nobody was in the mood to celebrate the season. A shame the Samhain passed so uneventfully.

Samhein? [He asked as he took a bite of cake ~~fatty~~]

[Eat more Ciel. Then you'll get diabetes and die and Bern can laugh]

The Celtic New Year, which takes place on Halloween. The festival on the 31st for their culture is to ward of the spirits of the dead from cursing them. Sound familiar?

[And she finally takes a sip of her tea.]

[Oh, Celts. Right, them. He nods] A distinct similarity to what we were forced to experience during that time. One would almost think they were basing the "experiment" on that

[Including the ball being protection from the hallucinations]

orite. good times, that.

hey at least she wasn't branded

are you -sure-? we might need to check

well if ciel wants to die afterward...

hm, that is a difficult choice. maybe lizzie can do it.

well if lizzie wants to die.

it's just female skinship, Bern.

bern doesn't do skinships. only psycho lesbian ships.

alas, the good times we could have had.

we'll always have...a village?

something like that anyway; complete with murders.

it isn't a party until somebody bleeds

too true, too true

also stop spammin the log com zero god.

w/e w/e I do what I want

/backhands

whaaaat

you know what

yeah what?

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