and you, you keep holding on to my lonely parts
Who: stabilimentum, masterbaiting.
When: July 6th, in the afternoon.
Where: Outside about Sector 6.
Summary: So, maybe the household is a little overwhelming at times. Also most everyone seems to hold some sort of distaste for Claude- it isn't exactly easy for these two to go about their normal routines with each other with the state of things as they are. A tiny bit of respite under guise of errands is definitely warranted.
Warnings: Very possibly, spoilers for Kuroshitsuji II; undoubtedly, Claude Faustus being an absolute fruitcake. If anything comes up, I'll note it.
Growing up again had made Alois happy enough to throw a fit about it. After outgrowing the... little boy clothes he'd been in, he'd pulled a long shirt on haphazardly and marched around, wanting Claude. Determined to prove himself (to whom and for what, exactly?), he'd then thrown his arms around Claude's neck and clambered up the demon's body as he'd been able to when he was small. It of course wasn't the same at all, but it was very comfortable, and Alois had made this known by pushing his face against Claude's shoulder and complaining about the whole ordeal.
Since then, things have been mostly normal.
-That isn't really saying much. They've been normally strained, is more like it, and Alois has yet to get used to the fact that he doesn't run everyone (and that Claude therefore doesn't either). They disapprove of things, and they make things tense, and Alois loves them all like magpies love stolen bracelets, but it's a little bit exhausting. What's so offensive about his wanting to hang onto Claude's coattails and parade him around? They're all nosy, Alois thinks, and it's with some spite.
On Wednesday, he wakes up well before noon, since people have been trying to condition him into more normal sleep cycles. Not long after half past eleven, Alois corners Claude when no one else is in this particular corridor.
"We're going for errands," he says defiantly, and folds his arms. Alois needs air.
When: July 6th, in the afternoon.
Where: Outside about Sector 6.
Summary: So, maybe the household is a little overwhelming at times. Also most everyone seems to hold some sort of distaste for Claude- it isn't exactly easy for these two to go about their normal routines with each other with the state of things as they are. A tiny bit of respite under guise of errands is definitely warranted.
Warnings: Very possibly, spoilers for Kuroshitsuji II; undoubtedly, Claude Faustus being an absolute fruitcake. If anything comes up, I'll note it.
Growing up again had made Alois happy enough to throw a fit about it. After outgrowing the... little boy clothes he'd been in, he'd pulled a long shirt on haphazardly and marched around, wanting Claude. Determined to prove himself (to whom and for what, exactly?), he'd then thrown his arms around Claude's neck and clambered up the demon's body as he'd been able to when he was small. It of course wasn't the same at all, but it was very comfortable, and Alois had made this known by pushing his face against Claude's shoulder and complaining about the whole ordeal.
Since then, things have been mostly normal.
-That isn't really saying much. They've been normally strained, is more like it, and Alois has yet to get used to the fact that he doesn't run everyone (and that Claude therefore doesn't either). They disapprove of things, and they make things tense, and Alois loves them all like magpies love stolen bracelets, but it's a little bit exhausting. What's so offensive about his wanting to hang onto Claude's coattails and parade him around? They're all nosy, Alois thinks, and it's with some spite.
On Wednesday, he wakes up well before noon, since people have been trying to condition him into more normal sleep cycles. Not long after half past eleven, Alois corners Claude when no one else is in this particular corridor.
"We're going for errands," he says defiantly, and folds his arms. Alois needs air.