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[The video is moving, when it comes on; it's being set aside. It blurs past legs (and torn stockings, a sock slid down a calf, and raspberried bruises), the owner of which seems to be sitting on a curb. When it's settled, it's clear the NV's been nestled in grass, so there are a couple of blades poking into view. But across the way is what's important: a family of small ducks waddling round a fountain. People are walking all around - you can hear them, their chatters and leather toe taps - and children are pulled away from the birds' paths by the quick hands of their mothers. Not many people are leisurely.

Alois' voice is, though, when he speaks.]

Someone from home, come and fetch me, will you? Bring handkerchiefs, and I want to stop for an ice cream come before we go back.

[There's a great sniff, which sounds a little gruesome. In the camera's peripheral, his foot shifts.]

Here is what I learned today, for those who might be none the wiser. I don't think the concept of defending anyone or anything is really real. I think, when it comes down to it, we see something we don't like so we get pissed off.

It's the truth, but it sounds a lot less pure than saying you're defending justice or friends or your good causes, huh?

[He laughs, too, the sound a little biting. A spray of shredded lettuce leaves arches over the camera, and flutters down a little ways a way. Some ducks start to talk and come clamoring for it. Alois shuts off his NV.]

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What's wrong with auntie?

Nothing's wrong with auntie...

She's a professional. I wouldn't want these to become infected.

They won't become infected! They'll go away! You have absolutely no faith in me, it's like I've never been clouted around before, what am I, new? Really.

Would you rather I not fuss?

No, I just...

[He fidgets.]

I know what I'm doing. They'll get better, these. They always have so acting like it's big is...

But I want to fuss.

[doki

He does blush.]

Don't think I'm fragile.

But you are, in certain ways.

_{[A little kiss to the now bandaged knee.]}

[His shoulders hunch up, embarrassed.] No.

Ah, but you are. Your heart is raw and lovely.

[Alois clicks his tongue and looks sharply to the side, leaning back against the sheets. What an embarrassing thing to say. (Only because it's very true.) Surely he seems much more sturdy than that? He grinds his teeth a moment.]

Raw, is it? Rub salt in it, I wouldn't care. Look at all the things I do anyway. I'm scabbing up all right. [His tone is openly defensive.]

Ah, but if you scab up how will I get inside?

_{[He places another little kiss to that knee before grabbing another band-aid to press to his other knee.]}

Y - [This is awfully romantic, for Ciel. As much as he begs for it, it's still somehow flustering to receive.] You're already in... You shan't get out, if I'm patched up.

[He likes that, Ciel's mouth gently over his legs; and he thinks, 'I'd be kissing his calves, I'd be kissing his thighs,' and wonders at Ciel's chastity.]

Then I'll patch you well.

Even if I stayed raw, you'd still be... I mean, you're a bit like shrapnel.

Stuck there forever?

Biting, and hot and cold at once. [Mottled fingers find Ciel's arm.] And stuck there forever.

_{[And he plucks those fingers off gently only to bring them to his lips, pecking kisses across Alois' knuckles.]}

A pleasant enough existence, I figure.

Really? You don't mind being in there, even when I'm black and blue?

Of course not.

Okay.

[He curls his fingers lightly, against Ciel's touch.]

I hate them, you know. Other boys our age.

And why is that?

They're so - [He lets out a dissatisfied breath and shakes his head quickly, shifting his leg closer to Ciel.] They don't know anything about anything, they just... I hate them. They don't know what the world is like and they think they're so important.

It's true.

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