[video]

[masterbaiting]

[Directly after the video starts, the NV it's broadcasting from is slammed down atop something- the camera only points up at the ceiling, right now, but there's a vaguely metallic bout of clattering, and the humming sound close by is definitely from a refrigerator.]

This is such bullshit, [someone says, and it's an angry voice, but it's also...

Comments

1/IDK

[wishgrant]

Brot--

2/IDK

[wishgrant]

[ so he's just gotten back from doing whatever it was he was doing to keep him from seeing this when it first happened and-- ]

3/ you know what i will tell you when i'm done

[wishgrant]

[ and he recognizes that voice and it's brother's voice but a different brother's voice and-- ]

4/

[wishgrant]

[ brother is tiny. ]

[action/creeping]

[bosomist]

[You know who's been following you around for hours, Alois? This demon.

With a camcorder.

Documenting this glorious Jim Macken baby face nostalgia.]

[action/creeped upon D: ]

[pitchfits]

[What is this... strangely familiar but very foreboding feeling.........

Man, paranoia. Alois can't help but tuck himself against the spot where the countertop meets the fridge, like he's trying to hide in plain sight-

But man, what does he have to be afraid of? HE'S ALOIS FUCKING TRANCY, NO MATTER THE SIZE.

...With a cracker hanging out of his mouth, he peeks out from behind the refrigerator at the kitchen's entrance, very shiftily. Just in case.]

[action/creeping - can you feel the love tonight~~ ]

[bosomist]

[Hannah is like a crafty demon ninja tonight, Alois. She is zooming in on that adorable face and the adorable attempts at hiding.

And yes, okay, she is in fact also blushing.

Not that is creepy at all. Definitely not. It's just footage for the family video collection. That she is starting right now.]

action.

[stabilimentum]

[Claude has been watching Alois' honestly pathetic attempts to acquire more food without help. Every so often, between bursts of profanity, Claude turns his attention to the yellow notepad and #2 pencil in his hands. He is sketching out something on the paper--these notations look mindless, even disoriented, but they're simply not in English. Whatever the language is, it's creepy and spindly by his handwriting. He slowly shades in a doodle of a pyramid with a closed eye at the center.

The age regressing transformation isn't news to him; he was more than aware when it happened, since their contract is strong enough to tell him such. Still, he did recently get back from the Black Market, where he was doing some preliminary digging for information. There isn't a lot to go on, unfortunately, so right now he's trying to figure out what sort of magic is at work based on his own observations. Is there anything he can do to undo it, as his master demands? If it's even feasible or safe to meddle with--but maybe mild discomfort would

action.

[pitchfits]

[After a graham cracker and a half, Alois is tired of those. The crunch is nice, but they make him feel all gummy. The box is cast aside like it doesn't matter an inch, because it doesn't, because Alois has all the food his tiny self could ever want and his stomach is FLIPPING OUT. Even if his mind isn't from 'back then,' the state of his body is. This also makes his eyes far bigger than his stomach, though. He'll get full way too quickly- especially if he tries to eat the entire box of rice cakes he's just pulled out of the cupboard.]

Are you making a shopping list? [he demands, with his hands fumbling and his back to Claude. If Claude's writing, it had better be something useful about snacks.]

action.

[stabilimentum]

[With a tilt of his head, Claude notices and acknowledges the faint hum of technology that Hannah is using. Wherever she is, she's being stealthy enough that not even Claude can pin down her location exactly. No matter about that right now, though. As long as she doesn't try anything too strange, he'll leave her alone.]

What cravings might have struck His Highness? [he asks, slowly stepping forward. The pencil rotates in his grip before hitting the page again, drawing a spiral with thorns on the outside.] If I'm recalling correctly...

[Alois' personality hasn't regressed, but there's a lot to be said for genetic memory. There were numerous foods that his master seemed to enjoy more when he was younger, and Claude remembers the passion behind one particular want. Lord Trancy's body hadn't even gone cold from death and yet Jim wanted--]

Venison jerky?

[His glasses twinkle.]

action.

[pitchfits]

[Oh, the nerve. The audacity Claude must have to make assumptions just like tha-

Venison jerky?

His little feet tap against the counter as he wiggles his toes inside of his shoes.]

Do you have any?

[Oh. Oh, venison jerky. It's chewy and the sides are great to gnaw on and you can walk around with it in your mouth and tearing into it with your teeth is really exhilarating and black pepper on top is best-

Venison jerky was a fantastic meal for a boy who was too stubborn to show his wrath in the manner of Lord Trancy's death. Chew, chew, chew.

He's imagining the scent and now he really wants it.]

[cowboy_newsie]

Shut your mouth, ain't nobody wants to see all that.

[pitchfits]

I'll- [Is this an angry pink or an embarrassed pink? Possibly both.] I'll open my mouth as wide as I damn well please!

[cowboy_newsie]

[He rolls his eyes.]

Suit yourself, but it's nasty to look at.

[pitchfits]

I was hungry and I had things to say. Sometimes you can't choose between things.

Video

[pitchfits]

No one asked you how funny it is!

Re: Video

[pitchfits]

[Oh, how pink he gets.]

Go roll in dogshit!