video;

[a_parting_word]

I believe he'd say there's a... a way with scissors, and a way without them.

That's all you need to know about what happens behind locked bedroom doors. We're done on the matter.



[ ooc: oh so cursed, but at least imparting great wisdom. :( b ]

Comments

[ronderotarel]

He's not my patron. He's my friend. And I wanna play this game with him. [But now he thinks he understands what Gilbert is talking about.] My Father liked to play the scissor game with me.

[a_parting_word]

No matter how you look at it, the man who has you and yours in his home and in his care is your patron.

And don't lie.

[ronderotarel]

I'm not lying! [He doesn't like to be called a liar when it comes to this subject.] My Father really did it to me al the time. [A smirk.] And he was my patron. So if Ciel is too I should do the same thing with him. So he'll like me better. Father liked me a lot better after we did it. Help me, please?

[a_parting_word]

[ something of a long pause ]


...no one will like you better for it.

[ronderotarel]

My Father did. I didn't like him, though. And I don't want it to hurt for Ciel the same way it did with Father. [looking at you expectantly.] Do you have to use lube? Can you find it at home for me? Please. [Looking very expectant.]

[a_parting_word]

[ . . . ]


...I believe the... the master of the house and I shall have words about that. Don't worry.

[ronderotarel]

Words about what? Don't tell him it's a surprise!

[a_parting_word]

I was given your care when all... this began. I plan to act on my responsibility about it.

[ronderotarel]

What did I do wrong?

[a_parting_word]

I'm no one to say.

[ronderotarel]

You were the one who brought up the matter. I just want your help.

[a_parting_word]

You're getting my help. You're just too much of a child to realize that's what it is.

[ronderotarel]

Ciel will get mad at me if you tell him about these things. That doesn't help me. I'm trying to make him like me more.

[a_parting_word]

That's for me to decide.

[ronderotarel]

Tell me, how can I influence your decision? [There's a flutter of eyelashes.]

[a_parting_word]

Let's have it in the open, shall we? What are you getting at?

[ronderotarel]

I want you to explain me better the scissor game, and to help me find lube and not act like I did something wrong. Can you do that for me? [Giving you the most innocent look in the world. He perfected this technique when he had to deal with uncle Arnold.]

1/2

[a_parting_word]

[ Wait for it, Alois.


Wait for it...


...are you ready? ]



No.

[a_parting_word]

Now, shall I tell you what I want?

[ronderotarel]

What is it? [Very displeased by your reaction, but he'll try with every mean to get what he wants.] Do you want me to explain the scissor game to you? In a locked bedroom? [He's smirking, because he just has issues. He'd love to see you blush though.]

[a_parting_word]

I want you to stop giving me reason to believe you're not worth my time.

[ronderotarel]

[Oh this hurts pretty badly. It's not the first time a servant with golden eyes he's particularly attached to thinks he's unworthy.] Fine then. I don't need your help anyway. [And he's definitely not looking at you.]

[a_parting_word]

More the better. You won't have in this.

[ronderotarel]

What do you want me to do then?

[a_parting_word]

Has it occurred to you that I might not want anything?