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I never thought it would, but technology has finally lost its shine. Cars were a great change from horeshit in the streets, and touchscreen junk was all pretty interesting, but...

[This boy seems forlorn, like the Tooth Fairy's lies have all come out, or like someone's just told him that white chocolate isn't real chocolate. Conmen!]

It's all so normal now. Magical boxes named after fruits aren't magical anymore. YouTube isn't a sign from or against God. I don't even know when that happened, but I'm not a fish out of water any longer. Didn't it kind of feel like a status symbol at first? Being from times forgotten or unknown, that sad mystery? So, the integration really is queer. And I'm only using that word out of defiant nostalgia because it doesn't even mean the same thing now! [A huff of a laugh, a see what I mean? shrug.] I miss my temporal paradoxes, to tell you the truth...

[How wistful.]

And I miss castles, and my castle. Or, well, everything there was a castle compared to the apartment buildings and offices here. The new-new millenium is harsh and clean, but they don't make things pretty anymore. You know that? I have a book, of course, on the house I left behind all that time ago -- it still exists here, just old and full of tourists -- but it will never look as good as it did when I was its master. So cars sure are something, and the idea of airplanes - well - they made me want to shit myself, but they're amazing. And - And people have gone up to the fucking stars! [For the first time during this feed, he's lit up, quite taken with this idea but protesting it at the same time.] People can kiss moondust for real! And the sun is, it's... Your twenty-first century lot's all over the sky and I can blow dry my hair if I want to and take bright pictures any time I want, but even then, I'm not glad to be accustomed. I don't like...

[His nose wrinkles, and he doesn't say whatever it is that he's really thinking. Instead he sets his chin at his palm, and considers the NV in front of himself: its buttons are well worn by his thumbs. It's the first piece of technology he ever 'bonded' with, and there's been a lot of him in it.]

If anyone new here is listening to this, I just want to say that there are worse hells and homes than here, and you can find them if you really want to. I thought maybe I wouldn't talk anymore, that I could recreate my home here in a house that's almost as grand and much more full of people, even if they're people who fucking leave all the time. But this isn't anything like that. This is more of the world than I ever knew, before.

[That... became embarrassing, somehow. Alois shakes his head quickly, and splays his fingers over his cheeks.]

What I'm saying is that I still, still, still don't know what to do, but there's plenty of praying mantises to be found in the garden this time of year!

[SHORT BREATH. Never mind all of that. He slouches a little, to make himself more comfortable, and takes a tone of business instead.]

Lastly: Hannah, you'll take a word with me in my bedroom.

((Me? I've been gone and MIA because life enjoys its shenanigans. Him? Well, housemates and co., he's been around, but hermity and moody and not as HILARIOUSLY GREAT as he usually is ~~which was a nice time of respite, I'm sure~~.))

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Need I remind you we were destitute before all this.

[Sigh~~~~~]

Oh, but we lived on love and laughter...

[He is actually saying this with a straight face. How]

...And you wonder why I call you ridiculous.

Well, you're glad I put up with your nonsense. [He settles in fully, now, slouched down into cushions so that he can lay his head against Ciel's shoulder, with his feet kicked up atop the tea table. He's got hold of Ciel's arm, too, cradling it against his chest. His eyes are closed.] See, breaks are nice...

Because we both know I'm absolutely full of nonsense, hm?

_{[There's a bit of a sigh as he allows Alois his arm. No point in reaching for tea now.]}

Yes, yes. Breaks are grand.

You have all the nonsense in the world, [Alois murmurs, mellowed.] Some day you'll realize that I'm the reasonable one, here.

Sometimes, I feel like Alice.

[He peeks.] The rabbit?

No, the girl. In Wonderland. Surrounded by a myriad of mad individuals.

Should I instead be placid and stern?

No, you shouldn't. You should be you.

Although you could do without sitting on my desk or hiding my pens.

[Snicker.] I'm getting better.

And your auntie? Do you want her to be more straight-laced?

You are. _{[He'll admit that much.]}

Madam Red...can't be contained. She's wild, but I like her the way she is.

So, you're okay with your mad folk, aren't you?

For the most part.

Then is being Alice such an awful fate?

It's a tiring state.

Hmmm.

[Alois shifts just enough to kiss Ciel's brow.]

I think being Ciel would be more exhausting than being Alice.

Mm...It is a rather tiring existence.

Take more naps with me.

One can only take so many naps throughout the day, Alois.

Then laaay in bedddd with meeeee. [Is he - is he trying to burrow between Ciel and the back of the couch, now?] All day.

I can't do that...What are you doing?

Loving you with all my heart.

And squirming like a worm before a robin.

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