♕019 ♕ [ Voice || Action to Housemates]

[littlest_lord]

[It's mid morning when Ciel manages to pull himself out of bed. It's strange really. Sebastian hasn't come to wake him up early like he usually does when he gets the chance anymore. He's rolled out of bed, hair a mess as he tries to comb it down with his fingers. Calling for Sebastian...well he doesn't answer. No matter how many times he calls him

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[masterbaiting]

[Alois isn't going to pop into Ciel's room of his own accord just yet. He's got a faint smile behind his fingertips, but it doesn't reach his voice.]

You'll manage, of course?

[He doesn't sound upset - he knows not to lay it on too thick with Ciel. But he also doesn't sound pleased, which he is.]

[action because you are my star]

[masterbaiting]

[Twelve minutes, thirteen - he was going to make it fifteen, but didn't. He doesn't even knock.]

[UUUUUUUUU ;u;]

[littlest_lord]

[Ciel's face down in a pillow when Alois comes in. He doesn't bother to move either, even though he hears him.]

[tenderly creates a nest for]

[masterbaiting]

[Once in, Alois closes the door behind himself and leans against it for a moment to watch. He's conflicted. Sebastian had been a real pain in the ass, that's what, but once you've got a demon, they're hard not to need. His teeth have to grind a little, at that; So unfair bubbles up and he feels spiteful. His fingers curl at his sides. It's good that Sebastian is gone. A thing like that wasn't needed. Ciel doesn't need any more than what's in this room, in fact.

With an exhale to reassure himself, he crosses to Ciel's wardrobe, wordless despite his apparent lack of anything tense. The first door opens; the second, then. He looks at the pressed shirts and trousers, and at the things that hang from hooks at the doors. Quietly, his fingers run over white sleeves.]

Sit up, [he says finally. He's chosen an outfit.]

[;u;]

[littlest_lord]

[And up he goes, sitting upright quietly, staring at Alois without a word.]

I'm up.

[masterbaiting]

[Crossing to the bed, then, and laying the clothes out upon it. Ciel will be wearing blue today. Alois likes it better on him than green or brown.

He stoops, in front of where Ciel sits, and he begins to unbutton the nightshirt. A useful skill - it pleases him. He unwraps Ciel from the sleeping gown quietly. His current silence isn't the halfway-withdrawal that he'd previously kept when they were fighting; it's born of him not knowing what to say.]

[littlest_lord]

[Ciel lets the silence settle between them as he lets Alois undress him and peels him free from his nightgown. There's no words spoken. Alois doesn't have any, nor does Ciel. Maybe silence isn't a bad thing however. It's nice, for once. Maybe.]

[masterbaiting]

[Claude always dressed Alois in relative silence. Conversation was initiated only by the master; Claude would pour the tea, unbutton him carefully, and look at nothing in particular or perhaps only his own fingers. Alois strains to do this now. He keeps his eyes away from bones and lines that aren't his own - no collarbones or shoulders for him. He takes the nightgown fully away and reaches for the dress shirt. That's always what's donned first.

Its simplicity is both pleasant and somewhat anxiety-inducing. This makes him antsy. Ciel's arms make it through the sleeves, and Alois does the buttons in reverse of Claude's routine: he goes from the bottom to the top.

When he reaches the second to last button, he pauses fully.]

[littlest_lord]

[That pause gives way to notice as Ciel snaps back to attention. He'd been distracted then, for a moment, but now his attention was back on Alois.]

Is something the matter?

[masterbaiting]

[Something of a quiet 'mm-mm.' He finishes with the buttons, but then he pulls away, until he can sit on the edge of the bed, too. Ciel's legs are still bare, but Alois is thinking.]

It reminds me of the apartment.

[littlest_lord]

It does?

[masterbaiting]

Yeah. [And he's leaning in to straighten Ciel's collar, even if it doesn't particularly need it.]

[littlest_lord]

I guess that's not entirely a bad thing.

[masterbaiting]

I don't think it is at all. Stand up. [He's moving to get those trousers.]

[littlest_lord]

[Pushing himself off the edge of the bed, Ciel slides to his feet, standing up on thin little legs quietly.]

[masterbaiting]

[They've done this before; to them, it isn't entirely strange. Alois kneels and waits for Ciel to drop his feet into each leg of the trousers, and then he slides them up, over calves and knees and thighs, until his fingers are at Ciel's hips. He finishes the buttoning, looks up at the other boy, and purses his lips a little.]

Done.