Alois had been aware that people often stay away from him thanks to his flamboyant ways in life, but he can't help it.. he craves attention, he craves care.. he craves love. Now as Alois Trancy, no longer using his old orphan name, he sat alone in his manor.

"I've been through so much, the things i do to feel loved isn't right anymore.. these geezers. I've shown my body more than I've received flowers."

Alois hated them, but he's still hoping that maybe one of them way able to show him the love he was looking for in exchange for the physical contact he shares with them. Claude walked by, seeing his master moping but didn't interrupt and left. Alois caught this action, bitterly chuckling.

"I really have nobody huh.. and sooner or later I'd had to act all happy again to entertain myself in parties. If only someone is here, then maybe.. maybe.."

Alois snapped himself, there's no way anyone would help him, heck he knows everyone hates his guts.

"This is stupid."

He sipped his tea which tasted like bitter iron.