#poledancingdemon

[ficteer]

NOPE TERMINAL BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR SWEETNESS UGH

kisses your corpse

[ficteer]

{ Woman you kill me slowly with your fabulous Pb&j. Its giving me diabetes.}

jabs you with insulin

[blackcladbutler]

Dat Ass ;)

"Oh my~" Winks to him playfully.

[blackcladbutler]

((Woah!

Hold the fuck on.

Whoever sent that anonymous message to my dear darling Claude-mun, I am not impressed whatsoever. She is a great rper and I have a lot of fun with our plots.

There is no need to send her messages like that. Jealousy is an ugly thing to behold, truly.))

[blackcladbutler]

((I miss my Claude and my AU Ciel

))

[blackcladbutler]

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Er...Flatmates @poledancingdemon

Everything had been arranged prior to today. Boxes were packed, necessary paperwork was filled out, everything, absolutely everything was finalised. Even changing mailing addresses, but all of that still didn't make this any less bizarre for the boy resting against the door frame. He had a perplexed look on his face, brow furrowed and arms crossed as he watched the elder open yet another brown box. How his employee had managed to get himself evicted from his old apartment he'll never know. Alois had never pressed the matter, too much, but even still the man kept the matter tight knit. 

Non the less, in result of a lost court battle, being set back in a considerably large amount of cash, not to mention a home, Alois found himself opening up his home to his every famous, headstrong employee in-need, Claude Faustus.

Whether or not Claude was aware of him standing in the bedroom doorway was unknown. Alois watched him move from one side of the room to another, placing sheets on his bed and sorting clothes into separate drawers. Unable to hold back a smirk, Alois shook his head when he saw the elder pull out an array of various 'show items' and fold them neatly into a pile.

"What do you want for dinner?" Alois mused, finally speaking up.