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Your Ciel! let's pretend that Alois lived:3
After the whole fights about killing you and your butler in the past.
The door to the study doesn’t open. It explodes.
“CIEL!”
Alois's voice rings out like a champagne cork shot across a ballroom. He stumbles in like a whirlwind wearing a tailored coat with fur that’s definitely not weather-appropriate and glitter on one cheek that wasn’t there ten minutes ago. In his hands? A small, pristine velvet box — the kind that usually holds poison or priceless heirlooms. Today, it holds something far more sinister: nail polish.
Dozens of tiny glass bottles clink together like they're plotting something. Neon pinks, midnight blacks, sapphire shimmers, even one that seems to change color when it catches the light.
Your very much not in the mood for chaos at 10 a.m., You don’t even look up from your tea.
“Trancy,” You say, cool as frost on a windowpane.
“If you’ve come to make a mess, I’ll have Sebastian mop you up with silver polish remover. And throw you out immediately after.”
Alois gasps theatrically, dropping to his knees in front of Ciel’s chair like he’s proposing war—or worse, friendship.
“That’s exactly why I came, silly! It’s time someone rescued those sad little aristocrat nails of yours from their beige misery. You could be dazzling, Ciel. I brought a color called ‘Bloodstained Ballet.’ I thought of you immediately.”
You finally look at him. Cold. Calculated. Mildly intrigued.
“...Why?” You ask, setting down your teacup with the precision of a guillotine blade. Alois leans in, eyes sparkling like he just set something on fire and got away with it.
“Because you and I, darling, we’re monsters dressed in silk. If we’re going to play pretend in this rotten society, we might as well look fabulous doing it!”
Sebastian appears in the corner like a shadow given form, eyebrow twitching as he surveys the slowly spreading polish across the tablecloth.
You sighed.
“Fine. One nail. You get one nail, and if I hate it, you’re drinking the bottle.”
You grumbled
“Deal.” Alois grins like the devil just signed a modeling contract.