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Title: Actors
Characters: Ciel, Alois, Luca
Rating: PG
Only for Alois's mouth. They're actors as the name implies. Brought on by the Making Of OVA for Kuro.
“This tea's not hot enough. Make another.”
Tea aside, Ciel Phantomhive's day has gone well; shootings have proceeded as schedule and so far today, they haven't had to redo any scenes. It's almost too perfect – even the sun is shining today, and it's comfortably warm outside where he takes his break. His cellphone chimes the opening theme to the show they're working on now, and he knows it's Alois before he even checks the ID; it's a text, and Ciel has to adjust his mental dictionary to encompass Alois's textcabulary.
doing scene rn will b ther in 10 mins dont eat everything b4 i get there u fatty
Ciel rolls his eyes a little and takes a bite of the strawberry shortcake he'd been saving for Alois (take that, Trancy), savoring the warm, crumbly texture. The icing's a little too sweet, a little too thick, and there's not nearly enough strawberry. While he's lost in thought, hands clasp him shoulders and yank him – and the chair – backwards into the bright, stinging sun. It takes a moment for him to adjust to the new light, and the figure moves in his way to block him from it, and it's-- it's Alois Trancy, who else would it be? He's grinning, a towel over his neck and sweating just a little; Ciel can smell dust and lights, feel the edges of the cotton towel tickle his face, and he scrunches his nose at it, batting Alois away and righting himself and his chair.
“I knew you'd start pigging out if I didn't get here quick enough.”
Alois shifts his weight away and into the seat across from him; he eyes the strawberry shortcake and holds back a smile that twitches at his lips when he sees Ciel frown in his peripheral vision.
“Good afternoon to you too, Alois.”
“This shit any good?”
“It's a little dry and doesn't have enough strawberries in it, but it's well-enough.”
Alois is already cutting it with his fork and shoving it into his mouth, brushing cream crumbs off with his thumb and licking them off it afterward. Ciel's face is priceless; it's a mixture between disgust and mortification, and Alois laughs at it, waving the clear, plastic fork in his face. A long sigh follows the gesture, and Ciel sips the lukewarm tea. Alois raises an eyebrow, pops open a can of soda, and sips it almost gracefully. Almost. Swiping his tongue around the rim of the can when he's finished sipping shatters the illusion, as does pressing the side of his fist to his lips to stall a burp in his throat, and Ciel's lips twitch out of their composed state. They set down their drinks at the same time – Alois slamming his can down, Ciel delicately placing his cup onto its saucer – and let the breeze slip by.
There's no delicate way to ask this – Ciel's, for once, unsure of himself – and he tumbles the words in his mouth before he speaks, though by the time he's ready Alois is already shoving a brochure over the table eagerly, pushing it forward with his first two fingers and grinning.
“We have this weekend off, right? Let's go somewhere!”
Ciel takes one look at the brochure and pushes it back.
“Disneyland, Alois?”
“Why not! I've always wanted to go.”
“You're a star now, Alois, couldn't you go anytime you wished?”
“But you're never free when I am, Ciel!”
Ciel realizes what he means – seven different shades of embarrassment flit across his face in the span of an instant – and he casually takes back the brochure and peers through it. Alois's grin is bright enough to break the sun in half, and a pool of warmth settles in his stomach comfortably when he chances a look around the paper and into those smiling blue eyes. He sets a scowl on his face, shuts the brochure, and pushes his seat back.
“Fine. We'll go.”
He doesn't even need to look up to know Alois is bolting off, feet slamming against the ground and chair toppling to the side, the biggest grin in the world stitched onto his face. He's about to stand when, lo and behold, someone crashes into his side and topples him against the table. The bouncing blonde locks only speak for one person – Elizabeth Middleford – and he lets himself smile just a little when she disentangles herself from him. For the moment, she distracts him with talk of sweets and delicacies, pulling him down the cobblestone streets they filmed down not two hours ago.
It gets a little trickier telling the director where they're going for their week break; all things considered, it takes money, and he's not happy about it, but Alois Trancy (a rags to riches story, discovered on the dirty streets while play acting for money) and Ciel Phantomhive (the best in the business, cast always for his composed state) are two actors he can't afford to lose to childish hissy fits. He pays for their plane tickets, plus an extra passenger: Luca Macken, the youngest actor on the set. Alois pleads and pleads for him to be allowed to come, gets on his knees and begs, and he gets his wish. Luca's face lights up the second he's informed, and it stays that way on the awful nine hour long plane ride they take. First-class, private jet; during flight, Luca takes to racing up and down the halls pretending he's a plane, and Alois and Ciel smile with their eyes over cups of hot chocolate.
It isn't as if one can just walk around the park though; one needs reservations, but one look at Ciel and Alois convince them just fine to be able to go wherever they please. The first thing they do – on Alois's insistence – is buy souvenir hats, and while Alois picks out Mickey for him and Minnie for himself, and Luca takes a beautiful snowglobe of the cast instead, Ciel doesn't take anything and only pays for their expenditures. He allows himself to be pulled by the both of them from place to place, with only a few grumbles and it's strange to find himself actually enjoying his time.
It's even better when, at the end of the weekend, they're back on the plane and Luca and Alois talk in front of him, grinning and chatting with a certain, genuine happiness he can't say he'd seen on set before. Ciel lets a smile slip when Alois turns to him with the blue eyes are filled to the brim with sincerity and joy, and he only begins to return their chatter when Luca engages him into their big conversation.
He agrees that they should do it again sometime, yes he'd pay for it, no it couldn't be while they were working on the show again, of course they'd still keep in touch, an acting job wasn't a one-time thing, he supposed they'd work together again sometime, and to the question of, “What if we don't?” he replies,
“That's what cellphones are for, aren't they?”
And Alois grins wider than he remembers him ever doing, and Luca does, too, and they're back to spitfiring questions and answers at each other, fingers tightly clinging onto their souvenirs and hats and everything, and Ciel returns to looking out the window and trying not to let an insistent smile plaster itself on his face.
Characters: Ciel, Alois, Luca
Rating: PG
Only for Alois's mouth. They're actors as the name implies. Brought on by the Making Of OVA for Kuro.
“This tea's not hot enough. Make another.”
Tea aside, Ciel Phantomhive's day has gone well; shootings have proceeded as schedule and so far today, they haven't had to redo any scenes. It's almost too perfect – even the sun is shining today, and it's comfortably warm outside where he takes his break. His cellphone chimes the opening theme to the show they're working on now, and he knows it's Alois before he even checks the ID; it's a text, and Ciel has to adjust his mental dictionary to encompass Alois's textcabulary.
doing scene rn will b ther in 10 mins dont eat everything b4 i get there u fatty
Ciel rolls his eyes a little and takes a bite of the strawberry shortcake he'd been saving for Alois (take that, Trancy), savoring the warm, crumbly texture. The icing's a little too sweet, a little too thick, and there's not nearly enough strawberry. While he's lost in thought, hands clasp him shoulders and yank him – and the chair – backwards into the bright, stinging sun. It takes a moment for him to adjust to the new light, and the figure moves in his way to block him from it, and it's-- it's Alois Trancy, who else would it be? He's grinning, a towel over his neck and sweating just a little; Ciel can smell dust and lights, feel the edges of the cotton towel tickle his face, and he scrunches his nose at it, batting Alois away and righting himself and his chair.
“I knew you'd start pigging out if I didn't get here quick enough.”
Alois shifts his weight away and into the seat across from him; he eyes the strawberry shortcake and holds back a smile that twitches at his lips when he sees Ciel frown in his peripheral vision.
“Good afternoon to you too, Alois.”
“This shit any good?”
“It's a little dry and doesn't have enough strawberries in it, but it's well-enough.”
Alois is already cutting it with his fork and shoving it into his mouth, brushing cream crumbs off with his thumb and licking them off it afterward. Ciel's face is priceless; it's a mixture between disgust and mortification, and Alois laughs at it, waving the clear, plastic fork in his face. A long sigh follows the gesture, and Ciel sips the lukewarm tea. Alois raises an eyebrow, pops open a can of soda, and sips it almost gracefully. Almost. Swiping his tongue around the rim of the can when he's finished sipping shatters the illusion, as does pressing the side of his fist to his lips to stall a burp in his throat, and Ciel's lips twitch out of their composed state. They set down their drinks at the same time – Alois slamming his can down, Ciel delicately placing his cup onto its saucer – and let the breeze slip by.
There's no delicate way to ask this – Ciel's, for once, unsure of himself – and he tumbles the words in his mouth before he speaks, though by the time he's ready Alois is already shoving a brochure over the table eagerly, pushing it forward with his first two fingers and grinning.
“We have this weekend off, right? Let's go somewhere!”
Ciel takes one look at the brochure and pushes it back.
“Disneyland, Alois?”
“Why not! I've always wanted to go.”
“You're a star now, Alois, couldn't you go anytime you wished?”
“But you're never free when I am, Ciel!”
Ciel realizes what he means – seven different shades of embarrassment flit across his face in the span of an instant – and he casually takes back the brochure and peers through it. Alois's grin is bright enough to break the sun in half, and a pool of warmth settles in his stomach comfortably when he chances a look around the paper and into those smiling blue eyes. He sets a scowl on his face, shuts the brochure, and pushes his seat back.
“Fine. We'll go.”
He doesn't even need to look up to know Alois is bolting off, feet slamming against the ground and chair toppling to the side, the biggest grin in the world stitched onto his face. He's about to stand when, lo and behold, someone crashes into his side and topples him against the table. The bouncing blonde locks only speak for one person – Elizabeth Middleford – and he lets himself smile just a little when she disentangles herself from him. For the moment, she distracts him with talk of sweets and delicacies, pulling him down the cobblestone streets they filmed down not two hours ago.
It gets a little trickier telling the director where they're going for their week break; all things considered, it takes money, and he's not happy about it, but Alois Trancy (a rags to riches story, discovered on the dirty streets while play acting for money) and Ciel Phantomhive (the best in the business, cast always for his composed state) are two actors he can't afford to lose to childish hissy fits. He pays for their plane tickets, plus an extra passenger: Luca Macken, the youngest actor on the set. Alois pleads and pleads for him to be allowed to come, gets on his knees and begs, and he gets his wish. Luca's face lights up the second he's informed, and it stays that way on the awful nine hour long plane ride they take. First-class, private jet; during flight, Luca takes to racing up and down the halls pretending he's a plane, and Alois and Ciel smile with their eyes over cups of hot chocolate.
It isn't as if one can just walk around the park though; one needs reservations, but one look at Ciel and Alois convince them just fine to be able to go wherever they please. The first thing they do – on Alois's insistence – is buy souvenir hats, and while Alois picks out Mickey for him and Minnie for himself, and Luca takes a beautiful snowglobe of the cast instead, Ciel doesn't take anything and only pays for their expenditures. He allows himself to be pulled by the both of them from place to place, with only a few grumbles and it's strange to find himself actually enjoying his time.
It's even better when, at the end of the weekend, they're back on the plane and Luca and Alois talk in front of him, grinning and chatting with a certain, genuine happiness he can't say he'd seen on set before. Ciel lets a smile slip when Alois turns to him with the blue eyes are filled to the brim with sincerity and joy, and he only begins to return their chatter when Luca engages him into their big conversation.
He agrees that they should do it again sometime, yes he'd pay for it, no it couldn't be while they were working on the show again, of course they'd still keep in touch, an acting job wasn't a one-time thing, he supposed they'd work together again sometime, and to the question of, “What if we don't?” he replies,
“That's what cellphones are for, aren't they?”
And Alois grins wider than he remembers him ever doing, and Luca does, too, and they're back to spitfiring questions and answers at each other, fingers tightly clinging onto their souvenirs and hats and everything, and Ciel returns to looking out the window and trying not to let an insistent smile plaster itself on his face.