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[It's a bit early - maybe too early to be up if you haven't any pressing business for the day - and so Alois is still in his nightgown, cream-colored and lace-collared, sitting at a vanity with a cup of morning tea. It's still steaming. The bedroom around him is all in lavenders, and he's staring idly to the left of the camera at the flower-hued wallpaper. His cheek is in his hand, elbow on the dresser.]

When did you realize you'd never see home again? [he asks, and dips a spoon into his tea.] I mean, right, maybe we'll all go back, maybe something will happen, maybe maybe maybe, but while you're here, you'll never see it again. When did that hit you for real? When did it work its way through your teeth and tongue and up into your head? Or hasn't it yet...

[Clink, clink, goes his spoon.]

About a ten hour flight, and I could be there, you know. I looked it up and everything. I'm less than half a day away from my home, but people are touring it every day, walking through my gardens and all the things they rearranged in my rooms. Well, not every day. Wednesday through Sunday, eleven a.m. to four p.m. I looked it up on the website. They're even decorating for Christmas, though they're closed on the holiday...

[His face goes strange, a wrinkling of his nose and a tug of his lips. The spoon stills.] I can look at pictures, and look at everything they've done to it, but that's all, just pictures. I'm not even so far away, not really, but I can't ever go and see it. It was over a hundred years ago; it doesn't smell like me anymore, doesn't look like I lived there at all. Like it was never mine, just a bit of history, just like I wasn't actually there, no portraits or family crest, and doesn't that make sense, sort of? Because I'm here now.

—Comes with having a famous house, I suppose, but...

[Finally, he flicks his eyes up toward the camera, and reaches for it.]

They say, 'My home is my castle,' but where can we even hold court here? [The end.]

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Really? See, you get out more than I do. [He runs around, sure, but he's still used to staying around home.]

Oh, stop that, you get out a lot!

Oh, a little. I don't know, I think I want to do something. I had a job, you know, back when we just lived in an apartment - when it was me and Ciel and Shiroe. And it was kind of nice. Ciel makes work seem so boring, but I think it could be... nice.

[She turns to look at him as they walk down into the subway, reaching back for his arm so neither get lost in the crowd.]

A job? What kind of thing would you want to do?

Don't know. [His feet stutter to catch up with her properly, until he falls in stride beside her, and then hooks his arm around hers loosely, casually, and waves his hand in conversation. The crowd, he thinks, is all right background noise.] Really, in England, even working for the queen was tedious... I want to do something fun. They pay you for fun things, don't they? Surely. On telly they do, at least if it's a romance story, you notice that? Picturesque floral shops and all.

Well, yeah, but life isn't very much like a story. Um, I mean, not to say that you won't be able to find something you'd like! I've liked all the jobs I've had, and the one I've started too.

Oh, you wouldn't complain about a job, anyway.

That doesn't mean any of mine have been bad!

I'm surprised you're not simply hired to play with butterflies, by now.

Nobody would pay someone to play with butterflies!

[She digs in her pocket as they approach the bus, taking out her pass.]

[And, likewise, Alois rummages for cash.] I would! Butterfly tamer, that'd be impressive. Anyway, you should do commercials for puppy food or something, that's what.

I don't know if butterflies would listen to me very well. I think I'll stick with the birds.

I worked at a pet store once! That's probably close enough. It made me a little sad, though.

I guess it would, wouldn't it...? We should just get one.

Oh, Ciel would be so mad! We already have so many animals around there.

No, we buy a store! We don't need the store at home, he can go ahead and be stuffy in his office peacefully. [He laughs, though the rocking of the compartment jostles him slightly.]

[what]

You already bought an aviary, you can't buy a pet store too!

[She puts out a hand to steady him.]

The aviary was for you, a pet store would be totally different.

What about all the people who work there?

I'll make it into a business! If Ciel could do it, I could! I'll just put them on a payroll, and hire anyone else I need to, and we'll have tea parties every week to help people get to know the pets and want to adopt them, like an awareness thing or something, yeah!

...But they'd still all be in cages.

[moment ruiner...]

No! Ciel's personal shit depository can build a proper sort of place for it! They'll have good rooms. Multi-story, this is what I'm talking about.

You're going to build a multistory pet store?

There's no way he'll let you.

What? I can do stuff without him letting me. I do stuff he doesn't want me to all the time.

[wait.....]

I mean, anyway, it's business. I'll totally impress him.

Edited 2012-12-19 04:32 (UTC)

...What stuff?

Just, this and that...

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