sirenspull | video. (dated to this afternoon)

And? How did you present-day types like my era? Hardly, I'll bet. Don't worry, I agree with you. All things considered, it was shit. That is, unless you were wealthy and well-respected, but even then, I'd be sad to miss plug-in night lights and Angry Birds and ModCloth. Actually, even here was a little forward of when I came from... A little west, too. [Though his Queen's English surely gave that away already.

Alois is all dressed up to go out, just doing up the gold buttons on a winter coat as he stands in front of the NV.] I hope you all understand, [he says, chin tilted down to watch his fingers, and a little bit solemnly,] how lovely we can have it here.

Ciel should be home soon. [His head's up again, and he tugs his coat down to straighten it, and then reaches out of frame. There's a rustling, and when his hands are back in view, they're holding a bouquet of white roses and baby's breath.] I'm going to see him now, and he's feeling better. Should get some cookies from the kitchen before I go... [Cos fuck hospital rules on food. He'll probably end up getting in trouble with the nurses... He reaches out to switch off the video, but pauses to add: ]

Times like these we get our hands dirty, don't we?

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You love me more than the sun and the most beautiful stars and diamonds, right?

I love you more than the timbits I yearn for.

Also pie.

Oooo you're buttering me up. [But he's blushing, uguu.]

Hardly.

Please though. I really would appreciate timbits.

I know I know. Timbits and enough soup for both of us and fruitropica. Anything else, young master?

Only your forgiveness for my gluttony.

And your heart.

_{[Might as well lay it on heavy while he can. Score. Timbits.]}

Oh stop. I feel like I'm selling myself for your pastry laden affection.

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If you were a cake, you would be strawberry shortcake.

It's my favourite, you know.

You're laying it on awful thick. I have to go into the store now but I'll be there soon ok?

I miss you.

_{[You know when he's saying shit like this in public he really is sick and pathetic.]}

I miss you more! I cried last night and then slept on a loveseat because the bed was empty and cold and awful :)

[He also wrote a sad Tumblr text post about how lonely he was. He got lots of anonymous asks that night.]

That sounds unpleasant.

It was and I have a crick in my neck now. It's ok though if the doctors are being good to you you should stay if you need to.

I want to go home.

Tomorrow.

That is so far away.

I know peach cup. I'll be there soon and then take you home tomorrow ok we'll have a welcome home cake.

I'm not peaches.

Peachy keen<3

What kind of welcome home cake?

Oh christ

fruit cake

No. I hate fruit cake. That's a load of bollocks. I won't eat it.

I know. You have to wait and see ok the cake will be a surprise but something chocolatey I'm sure.

Okay...

[He'd expected to show up within a half an hour, but actually it's closer to fifty minutes when he sidles into Ciel's hospital room, rosy-cheeked. His hands are white with cold; he's not wearing his mittens. They're tied to his coat and dangle merrily at his side. He's wearing a larger, thicker muffler than he usually chooses, and his coat is less flattering than usual, too. He sacrifices a lot for Ciel, you know.]

I'm here, I'm here, [he says, breathy, shuffling inside with an armful of white roses. He shuts the door behind himself.]

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