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[pencilpremonition]

Who: EVERYONE!
When: Day 19, Late Afternoon
Where: All the Apartments. All of them.
What: Becca's bringing around flower arrangements!

[Please put your apartment letter in the subject line and reply to that thread if someone's already answered the door for your apartment. Thanks!]

[Becca's making trips to all the apartments. Since people are in and out of the shrine room, she knocks on one of the bedroom doors in apartment A. Otherwise, she knocks on the hallway door of every apartment. Even apartment E.]

Housekeeping! This'll be quick~!

Comments

[over_the_fop]

What if I'd already addressed you and was merely referring to?

[potentiaregere]

Don't use weird names, no matter how appropriate you think they are.

[over_the_fop]

[GIVES YOU THE FLOWERS HE'S HOLDING.]

[potentiaregere]

[takes the flowers]



[throws them on the floor]

[over_the_fop]

... It's that age, huh?

[pencilpremonition]

[rounds on you]

NOW SEE HERE! I risked my life to bring those flowers to your apartment! I have fainting spells and I died out there once, but I went out to pick flowers and bring them to you and this is what you do with them?!

[starts crying purely for dramatic effect, but she's well practised and kneels down, picking up the pieces of the glass vase they were in]

[potentiaregere]

[someone is very much not effected by tears. And have the coldest glare.]

Are you asking me for pity? Don't make me laugh! I don't recall asking you for flowers. You brought them here on your own accord, I don't owe you kindness or respect. If you're so powerless and weak as to not be able to function like a normal human being, talk to a medic, not to me. I couldn't care less.

How utterly pathetic.

[pencilpremonition]

[She collects the pieces and tucks them into her bag, then stands up, shaking with rage. She takes a deep breath...]

[then tries to backhand him with all her strength]

[over_the_fop]

[Except your hand doesn't quite connect, a strong gust of wind seems to rush up between the two of you, and it's caught, lightly.

You might feel a little weightless as you're pulled away, the room spinning... when you stop, you're facing Ptou, in a ballroom pose.]

I'm afraid he meant no harm to you. It was an insult for me, my darling. Care not of the caprices of the young, for they do not know the finer things in life are worth savoring.

1/2

[pencilpremonition]

[Becca gasps in surprise as she's whirled around, but she sighs softly and nods weakly, accepting that probably hitting Ciel isn't a good idea.]

I just... I...

[pencilpremonition]

[and suddenly tears!]

Oh my god, I'm turning into my mother...

[potentiaregere]

[there are no fine things in life except tea and cakes and pastries, Messanger. none.]

You still expect to be coddled and pitied? If you don't like what you're turning into, then don't act like that. It's that simple. Instead of waiting for people to offer you their hand, stop crying and pick yourself up. Isn't it time you grew up already?

[over_the_fop]

[WHAT DO I DO WITH CRYING?

Turns to CIEL.] What do-

[... no bad idea.]

[over_the_fop]

... No, I'm fairly certain that is NOT the way to stop crying.

Don't you think that's enough, Ciel Phantomhive?

[pencilpremonition]

[shouting through her sobbing, which is real this time]

You're a horrible little brat, you know that? I'm older than you, don't act like you've got all this experience and know everything! I've been on my own longer than you know, I've taken care of myself by myself and raised a little brother. You're the one who's been coddled all your life, you stupid little rich boy!

[over_the_fop]

[Okay. Yes.




LOOKING AT CHRONO, A LITTLE DESPERATELY.]

[overclocking]

[Whup, running interference :X WARNING LOOK IN CIEL'S DIRECTION]

Hey...Becca, it's alright. There are some pretty strong opinions clashing here and it's just coming out a lot harsher than it needs to. Come with me for a minute? You look like you could use some air.

[over_the_fop]

[Ptou and Becca settle to the ground as their gravity returns. He looks over at Chrono sheepishly and lets go of her hand.]

... Sorry.

[potentiaregere]

[sorry chrono there is a smacking to be done]

And yet I'm not the one who's on the floor crying over something so irrelevant. Make good use of these two's kindness, you might just die without people giving you the attention you so desperately crave.

[overclocking]

[Oh my god you do not understand the concept of DEFUSE A CRYING TEENAGE GIRL]

Ciel. Be quiet.

[overclocking]

[Poking his head out from the other room at the sounds of smashing and crying and yelling and hitting and...what.

....What the fuck you guys]

[potentiaregere]

[this is serious business here]

[over_the_fop]

[We kind of have an infurated midget, broken glass, flowers on the floor, and a crying girl floating in the air with Ptou.

HI CHRONO.]

[overclocking]

[...yes I see you all have this situation under control]

[over_the_fop]

[COMPLETELY I AM SMOOTH AND AWESOME.

HELP.]