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Who: Franziska von Karma (whip_the_fools) and Ciel Phantomhive (littlest_lord)
When: Sunday, 14th of November.
Where: Ciel's bitchin' new Victorian manor!
Summary: With the promise of chess and wine, Franziska sets out to pay a social visit to not-little-brother.
Warnings: I cannot imagine anything warning-worthy eventuating out of this. Let them have a peaceful moment in their lives!
Franziska was never quite sure if she liked or hated Sundays, but for today, she could gladly settle for the former. It was the end to a rather tiring week, what with the riots still ongoing and the consequential increase in workload. She'd consulted her map rather thoroughly before setting off, of course, because she did not get lost, nor was she ever late for appointments; the difficulty lay in making her way through busy streets in cold weather which seemed to make public transportation even more unreliable. It was not unbearable, however, especially not with her whip coiled in one of her hands, its weight acting as comforting reassurance.
She had been slightly mystified by part of the directions Ciel had given her, but of course, she had not brought it up, thinking herself perhaps slightly tired when she had first had first tried to decipher them - but as she made her way up the hill, she found that she was scoffing slightly to herself. Come in the front door, indeed. A manor - why was there a manor of this size in a city? The Von Karma Estate back home had been quite expansive, certainly, but even it had been located a ways out from Frankfurt, not far enough that commuting was a difficulty, but … well, so many other aspects of this city made little sense, so it wasn't really a matter worth dwelling on any further.
Was she really just supposed to make her own way into the place? It seemed rude, somehow, so was she supposed to knock? She decided to, in the end, not as roughly as she would have if it were anywhere else, or indeed, if it were some old rundown apartment building, she would have had no qualms about making so much noise that it would sound as though she were breaking the door down. But no, for now, she simply knocked quietly, once, twice, and waited for several moments in which she contemplated her next move.
This was still somewhat surreal - perhaps she had really became far too accustomed to cramped apartments.
When: Sunday, 14th of November.
Where: Ciel's bitchin' new Victorian manor!
Summary: With the promise of chess and wine, Franziska sets out to pay a social visit to not-little-brother.
Warnings: I cannot imagine anything warning-worthy eventuating out of this. Let them have a peaceful moment in their lives!
Franziska was never quite sure if she liked or hated Sundays, but for today, she could gladly settle for the former. It was the end to a rather tiring week, what with the riots still ongoing and the consequential increase in workload. She'd consulted her map rather thoroughly before setting off, of course, because she did not get lost, nor was she ever late for appointments; the difficulty lay in making her way through busy streets in cold weather which seemed to make public transportation even more unreliable. It was not unbearable, however, especially not with her whip coiled in one of her hands, its weight acting as comforting reassurance.
She had been slightly mystified by part of the directions Ciel had given her, but of course, she had not brought it up, thinking herself perhaps slightly tired when she had first had first tried to decipher them - but as she made her way up the hill, she found that she was scoffing slightly to herself. Come in the front door, indeed. A manor - why was there a manor of this size in a city? The Von Karma Estate back home had been quite expansive, certainly, but even it had been located a ways out from Frankfurt, not far enough that commuting was a difficulty, but … well, so many other aspects of this city made little sense, so it wasn't really a matter worth dwelling on any further.
Was she really just supposed to make her own way into the place? It seemed rude, somehow, so was she supposed to knock? She decided to, in the end, not as roughly as she would have if it were anywhere else, or indeed, if it were some old rundown apartment building, she would have had no qualms about making so much noise that it would sound as though she were breaking the door down. But no, for now, she simply knocked quietly, once, twice, and waited for several moments in which she contemplated her next move.
This was still somewhat surreal - perhaps she had really became far too accustomed to cramped apartments.