Video-backdated a few hours to early afternoon

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[The kid on the video doesn't look so hot. Not in an ate too much candy sort of way, either. He's pale and clammy and his lips aren't a healthy color. His eyes are dilated. He should probably be in bed. In fact, he probably is. But he's got something important to say first, judging by the serious expression on his face.]

Ah. I hope it doesn't ruin the holiday atmosphere, but I guess I should warn everyone. If someone gives you chocolates and you don't know them very well-

[He stops, curls up a bit. Ow, his freakin' insides...but before he can properly complain about those, he bumps something behind him. It turns out to be a plastic IV line, and when the cart falls over it tugs him hard enough to make him knock his head against a vacuum chamber, hanging around conveniently in case any patients in the area need their stomach pumped. Yosuke makes a frustrated, whiny sound.]

Ow! Ugh...anyway, please don't take candy from strangers. It might make you sick.

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Hey what if we did prose instead

[inthejunk]

Yosuke glances around warily for a moment, concerned about these invisible zombie bees that might be rising from the snow. But no bees appear, not even the faintests of buzzes to be had. Do he relaxes, and tugs Gilbert's shirt to get his attention before the dude guilt spirals-those never end well.

"I'm cold."

then this log would explode

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The tugging at his shirt knocks him out of his spiraling angst, or at least puts it on hold briefly. Because that spiral is still making his thoughts spin around in his head like a tornado, the debris clogging his ears in a way that makes him feel unsure that he's even heard Yosuke correctly.

"If you're cold then you should be somewhere warmer," he answers, as though this is a startling revelation and not just common sense. He starts up the stairs, grabbing for Yosuke's wrist to pull him along. Gently, like he would have done for Oz when they were young (if he'd ever been allowed to lead back then, at least).

"It'll be warm, even without a fire."

Sweet.

[inthejunk]

Yosuke frowns at the mention if fire. He doesn't like the idea at the moment. Fire is pretty and all, but...didn't it happen-shit. It did.

The image of Oz, dead in the library, something awful in there with him maybe? What was it? All he remembers is grabbing Ciel and...leaving? Or was he chasing Ciel and screaming? It's fuzzy, but it's enough to make him jerk his hand away from Gilbert and take a few steps back from the mansion in alarm.

"NO! No, I can't go. I-I have school!"

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Is it a school day? If it's a school day, that means it's definitely a work day. The cakes...the poor cakes! They're in the bakery all alone, in pieces because Gilbert hasn't assembled them all yet!

"Okay, let's go. I'll walk with you, I need to get to work. The cakes are probably sad."

Forget whatever they were about to do, this is definitely what needs to happen now.

[inthejunk]

"Okay."

It's probably a bad idea, but even so Yosuke's heartbeat starts to calm down after the possibility of fire is averted. He grabs Gilbert at the elbow again, nervous and clingy.

"Okay, let's go. I'm ready."

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Staying close is probably a good idea anyway. The ground is probably slippery, and they've both spent enough time in the soapy snow. Gilbert walks slowly towards the street, but it feels like he's walking much faster. The world blinks out and then a second later he's ten steps further than where he thought he'd be.

"Stop walking so fast," he mumbles eventually, once they've made it to the street.