How can you know what things are worth?
Who: stabilimentum and masterbaiting
When: Evening before sirens, May 26th, but before Alois goes to find Ciel.
Where: Laundry room in the basement of the Phancyhive manor.
Summary: After Ciel takes out his anger on Claude (U MAD? U MAD, BRO?), Claude has to dump bloody clothes and grab some supplies for cleaning up the library. Being shot in the forehead sucks, by the way.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, possibly more violence, etc.
As quickly as possible, Claude undoes his neck clasp and peels away its blood-soaked ribbon. His entire jacket is ruined, too, splattered with blood in front and back; he didn't realize he could bleed this much from one fucking gunshot. Removing his clothing disgusts him, all that gross slide-sticking of layers of fabric stuck together, but he has to get this over with. When he's down to his dress shirt and dark pants, which are also bloody but not ghoulishly so, he reaches over and bangs open the nearest washing machine. Everything is shoved inside to be dealt with later--he still needs to get back to the library and take care of the real mess.
Above him, somewhere overhead, he feels his master's soul flitting about like a butterfly. It adds to Claude's urgency, trying to get changed before he's seen again. From the trajectory, he knows Alois is about to go down the basement stairs.
The worst part of this is how much the laundry room smells like Sebastian. It's rather spacious and impressive, suiting the household, with washers and dryers and drying racks on the wall. Claude has to assume the other demon lived down here for how dank and dismal it smells. He wants to gag and he ends up growling.
Disgusted, angry, already thinking ahead (reapers, angels, Hannah's sword, what else might he use), Claude growls louder and swipes his wet hair out of his eyes. He's dripping with water now, not blood, since he already rinsed his head off in the utility tub.
Butterflies shouldn't make beelines, he thinks. It's wonderful except when it isn't.
When: Evening before sirens, May 26th, but before Alois goes to find Ciel.
Where: Laundry room in the basement of the Phancyhive manor.
Summary: After Ciel takes out his anger on Claude (U MAD? U MAD, BRO?), Claude has to dump bloody clothes and grab some supplies for cleaning up the library. Being shot in the forehead sucks, by the way.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, possibly more violence, etc.
As quickly as possible, Claude undoes his neck clasp and peels away its blood-soaked ribbon. His entire jacket is ruined, too, splattered with blood in front and back; he didn't realize he could bleed this much from one fucking gunshot. Removing his clothing disgusts him, all that gross slide-sticking of layers of fabric stuck together, but he has to get this over with. When he's down to his dress shirt and dark pants, which are also bloody but not ghoulishly so, he reaches over and bangs open the nearest washing machine. Everything is shoved inside to be dealt with later--he still needs to get back to the library and take care of the real mess.
Above him, somewhere overhead, he feels his master's soul flitting about like a butterfly. It adds to Claude's urgency, trying to get changed before he's seen again. From the trajectory, he knows Alois is about to go down the basement stairs.
The worst part of this is how much the laundry room smells like Sebastian. It's rather spacious and impressive, suiting the household, with washers and dryers and drying racks on the wall. Claude has to assume the other demon lived down here for how dank and dismal it smells. He wants to gag and he ends up growling.
Disgusted, angry, already thinking ahead (reapers, angels, Hannah's sword, what else might he use), Claude growls louder and swipes his wet hair out of his eyes. He's dripping with water now, not blood, since he already rinsed his head off in the utility tub.
Butterflies shouldn't make beelines, he thinks. It's wonderful except when it isn't.