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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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.]

_{[Alois is here and Ciel sits up a bit in the bed to greet him. The roses are spotted, white - his favourite - but Ciel's more interested in seeing whether or not Alois brought him soup and, most importantly, timbits.]}

Hello, you're here. You're pink.

Of course I'm pink, it's very cold out. I hope you're cushy in here. [Now he's hurrying in - well, 'hurrying'... He's walking kind of awkwardly. His trek to rest the roses at the side of the hospital bed is almost a ginger waddle. Almost.

He peeks over his shoulder, just to make sure the door's still closed, and then snatches up his mittens. This is why his hands are so cold, Ciel: he withdraws a few timbits that were hidden in the mittens, done up in Saran wrap and drops them on the bed next to Ciel. Ah... Now he's fishing some out of that bulky muffler... Now he's wiggling some out of his pockets.............. Oh god he's birthing timbits like crazy.] They weren't going to let me bring them in, [he says, hushed.]

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