[ Video ] 2: Pool of (Gilbert's!) Tears

[maddeninghatter]

[ This bright Sunday morning finds Gilbert Nightray sitting behind the wheel of a black jaguar convertible. ]

I'm realizing that I've been a rut, lately. All I do is look after my young master, fret about things uselessly, and work.

[ It isn't his car. ]

So I thought I'd go for a drive, reacquaint myself with the city. Would anyone care to join me? You could point out some things that I've been taking for granted.

[ In fact, he's never driven a car before. ]

I'd be happy to exchange a lift in exchange for a bit of tour guiding, what do you say?

[ Xerxes Break is "borrowing" Ciel Phantomhive's car and Gilbert's body. The feed ends with the sound of a powerful engine growwwwwwwwling to life! ]

Comments

[maddeninghatter]

That's a good thing, don't you think? ☆

[ Enunciating little stars is something that sounds VERY unnatural, in Gilbert's voice! ]

[whitefeathered]

. . . No.

[Okay, Xerxes, you have to admit you set yourself up for that. But not to worry; she's just as blunt with the real Gilbert.]

[maddeninghatter]

Aaaaah~!

[ Pout! ]

How soooooo?

[whitefeathered]

[A small frown, thinking how to put it.]

I liked it when you didn't . . . try so hard.

[maddeninghatter]

[ Crocodile tears. Sniff, sniff! ]

I think you're very cruel~!

[whitefeathered]

[Sigh through the nose.]

See? Trying too hard.

[maddeninghatter]

Trying what?

[whitefeathered]

Just in general. To be liked. To be noticed.

[Her eyes narrow slightly.]

It all seems really . . . fake.

[And Aoko really hates fake.]

[maddeninghatter]

Y-you're right!

I'm just a soggy little seaweed-head, who could possibly like me?