If I give it away, it&#x27;ll be sad...

"...Thomas?" the little boy called out; he'd partially phased through the wall, not bothering to open any doors--not that he really had a reason to do so anymore. "Are you here?"

I wonder if...

Of course not. No one knew of that room, except for Richard and Edward, and the latter hardly let the younger in there. "Perhaps...I should make sure..." he said to the skull, following his instincts.

"Got it! Find me when you’re done!" Thomas called back, laughing as he disappeared down the hallway. The other began counting and Thomas quickened his pace.

He soon discovered a library, a lovely location. Surely Richard would never look in he-

What was this?

Thomas looked over, spying an extension. It looked as if it were to be hidden. Thomas, looking both ways, passed the threshold and into the new room.

"One...two...three..." the boy counted off, occasionally repeating a few numbers when he couldn't remember what came next. "I will find him...I know this castle well!" Richard finally made it to ten, where he decided that it was time to search for Thomas.

"I suppose he would not answer if I called him." he mused, holding the skull tightly. A good idea to try, in case his new brother would feel guilty about making Richard search the castle for him.

"...No!" the boy yelled, stopping in his tracks. "I am a prince...not a cheat!" He shook his head and decided that he woyld play fairly, and not lure Thomas out with pleading and whimpering.

"He is not very small...she he cannot fit under here..." the prince said to himself as he checked under the kitchen table, where he began his search.

"Good, good, I don’t want him cheating," Thomas said, reaching down and patting the boy on the head. "Can you count to twenty? I’ll run and hide while you count. If not, then ten shall work just as well!" he told the young ghost boy.

Thomas still could not fathom how the poor soul was centuries older than he.

#annotatingarchangels #{{sorry this is so late--i've just finished up my school year!}}

"...Twenty?"

Richard had to think for a second--twenty seemed like a big number--a number that Edward certainly knew how to count to, but the young prince couldn't recall if he himself remembered how to count that high. After all, he was only four years old.

"I think...I remember..." he answered honestly. "I can count to ten!" With a grin, he rattled off the numbers he knew. "See?" The prince looked down the corridor cautiously.

"I will count, and you will hide--that is a good idea!" He giggled. "You should start before I catch you!"

"I like chess," Thomas told the little boy, smiling. "And yes, the pieces are quite nice, huh? Very pretty." Ah, there he went. Rambling yet again. He really should stop doing that.

"Ah! I’d love to hide around the castle! I bet that’s lots of fun! I’ve never really seen this castle, so I think I should go first," he offered his brother, looking around.

"You’d at least know where to find me."

Richard's eyes lit up; he knew the castle like the back of his hand--surely finding Thomas would be simple enough. "I must warn you..." he began, with as playful a smirk as he could make, "...I can find anything!"

Well...almost.

He giggled, holding the skull to his chest. "I will even cover his eyes...so he does not peek." The prince wrapped one arm across the skull's empty eye sockets to prove it. "He likes to do that."

mylcrd-deactivated20200319

the kids in this show r the best

#kuroshitsuji #...!

"Yes, a game," Thomas said, grinning. "I think it’d be a great way to take out mind of of breakfast, no?" The ghost simply wanted his little brother to be happy!

"I’m not sure. What kind of games do you like to play, Richard?" the spirit asked the boy, hoping he knew how to play as well. Richard could know games Thomas could not after all.

"W-Well...Brother--Edward--used to teach me how to play chess," the prince started, "but I was never any good at it...I liked playing with the pieces themselves." He smiled at the thought.

"We used to hide around the castle, and then look for each other!" Richard added. "Most days, we were not allowed to play that game...Mother said it would be..." the boy began tripping over his words as he tried to get them perfectly. "'unbe--be--comining' of a king and prince."

He shrugged as he slid down from the chair. "Do you know those two games, Brother?

Thomas placed the spoon down as Richard told him to. Thank god for that. Thomas felt as if he was never going to be able to eat another bite of his 'breakfast'.

"Hey, don't worry, Richard!" Thomas said rising to his feet. "We could do something else. Would you like to play a game?"

Richard's eyes light up. "A game...?"

He lowered the skull into his lap; it had been a long time since anyone had played a game with him, other than when Edward would try to teach him how to play chess.

"What kind of game? I do like them." he asked, swinging his legs over the edge of his chair. Anything would be fine with the little prince, so long as it took his mind off of his horrible attempt at breakfast.

Thomas dug in, trying his hardest not to cringe at the absolute horrid taste. But he had to enjoy it! For his new brother! He would want him to like it, after all, he had gone out of his way to prepare it just for him…

Using ingredients that were centuries past their expiration date.

Perhaps that was not such a good idea.

Maybe it was better that Thomas was already dead.

#annotatingarchangels #((it's fine--don't worry about it!#everything's all good c:))

Richard watched Thomas out of the corner of his eye as he spooned himself the mush on his plate; while the other didn't show any outward signs of disgust, the prince felt that it certainly wasn't one of the best meals he'd had before.

"It is not...very good."

He set his spoon down to hold the skull to his chin. His lower lip drooped into a little pout as he stared at his breakfast. "You...do not have to eat it...for my sake."

Thomas followed the ghost into the dining room, waiting to be served. He sat down at the table, beaming as the other followed him in. “It looks wonderful, Richard! You sure do have a talent for cooking!”

The concoction looked… impressive, to say the least. What was the worst that could happen? Thomas was already dead.

He grabbed a utensil and picked up a small amount, hesitating for a moment, before placing the amount on his tongue.

#annotatingarchangels #{{don't worry!#it's almost the end of the semester for me so i might be swamped soon!}}

Hearing Thomas's praise made Richard's heart swell--well, it did if his heart was still functioning. "I will...return--just a minute!" he called, running to get his plate; luckily, he'd remembered o put it close to the edge so he could reach it without the other's help.

"Just one taste..." the prince murmured before taking a small spoon from the counter and digging into his "breakfast".

"Mm..." What he thought would taste as good as Thomas said it looked was far worse than he'd imagined. Richard swallowed and grimaced, wanting to sit with his brother and attempt to enjoy their meal. "It is...um...delicious."

I wish they would leave our castle alone...it is not theirs to take!

And those sounds...they hurt my ears...

#kuroshitsuji #{{richard is always ready to chat!~}}

"You’re just fine," Thomas assured his brother with a pat on the head. "You don’t need to be tall to be very helpful to me, alright?"

As the other expressed his slight concern over the taste of the breakfast, Thomas held back a worried look. Surely whatever was in it would not kill him. After all, he was dead already.

And Richard probably cooked for his brother before, so whatever he had served must have been a little edible.

Feeling better about his concoction, the prince set the spoon down and reached for three plates. "I think...it is finished..." he mumbled as his hand searched for the edge of one of the plates; it wasn't particularly heavy, but if he dropped it, Edward would surely hear it.

"Let me...serve it!" Richard said excitedly as he felt the smooth edge of the dish. He dragged it towards the bowl and scooped out two spoonfuls of it onto the plate; he continued the same for the other two, but put another scoop onto Thomas's plate to completely finish the breakfast bowl off.

"...Here!" The boy climbed down from the counter, his brother's plate in hand, and dashed to the dining room.

scarletshinigami

“I order you: do not betray me and do not leave my side! No matter what.” “Yes, my lord.”

#kuroshitsuji #!!

"Oh, of course," Thomas said, finally reaching the shelf and grabbing the materials the small child needed. "There you go, Richard," he said, handing the boy the ingredients, just happy to help his little brother out with something as simple as cooking.

It had been so long since he had to prepare food with his little brother.

"I’m not that tall," Thomas assured him. "I bet you’d be as tall as me, if you were my age," he guessed aloud, not sure if that was such an appropriate thing to say to a ghost, especially a child.

With very little grace, Richard began shaking various jars, pouring varying amounts of...whatever had been in there for the past four hundred years.

"I wish I could be tall...I could be more helpful if I could reach things." he mused, pouring an unidentifiable liquid into his bowl. Reaching for a wooden spoon, he looked to the skull while speaking to Thomas.

"I do hope it tastes good...I really...don't know what is in it." The prince giggled, blushing lightly. "I suppose...that is what makes it a surprise!" He mashed the ingredients toegther with the spoon, slightly frowning. "Does this look alright...?"

katsuraz

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#kuroshitsuji #...?

"The Princes’ Surprise?" Thomas repeated. "I think I’ll like that very much." He chuckled, strolling over to the young boy. "Of course I’ll help you get a few things.

He looked up at the bottle and then back at the boy. “H-hey, why don’t I get it for you? After all, I don’t want you getting hurt or knocking anything over by accident! The day has just begun and I don’t want you to have to get hurt while the day is still young, Richard,” he offered, making his way over to the shelf.

"You...would do that for me?" Richard asked, a small grin growing on his face. He stood on the tips of his shoes as he leaned to pull a bowl close to the edge of the counter. "Thank you, Thomas!" the boy called as he set the bowl in front of himself.

As a prince, Richard had very little experience in the kitchen; and when he had tried to make something for himself and Edward, the latter would eat it with a smile--no matter how odd it tasted.

"That will be the last thing I need..." the prince said over his shoulder. He looked over at Thomas with wide eyes. "You must be very tall to be able to reach that...!"