--I'm staying too!
[The video turns on to reveal a blonde, pigtailed girl standing out in the middle of the road. She is dressed in a thin, bloodied underdress, wearing a young boy's navy blue jacket over it. She's soaking wet, as well. All in all she's a rather strange sight to behold, and the two rapiers she's gripping tightly don't help matters
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So he rolls over and picks up the PCD.]
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Lizzie!
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[She glances at her new-found PCD, eyes widening when the moving picture shows him scrambling out bed.]
Ciel, no, stay in bed--! You're sick!
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[Snapping -- and cursing. Clearly, this is a tense situation. He seems to realize it quickly, he almost never takes such a tone with her anymore. The next bit is a little softer, but still determined.]
I'll not have you out there alone.
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I'm on my way already, you don't have to escort me. I'm nearly there. Please, Ciel, stay in bed.
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[... wait just one moment.]
You have blood on you.
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There was a fight! Mother was fighting an intruder. I was bringing Father and Edward their swords, and I got blood on me. I'm fine.
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[He almost doesn't catch it, but it itches at him, something not quite right.]
Then why were you calling my name?
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[Now he's thinking of security gaps, which is... really distressing. Especially to the point of Elizabeth and her family coming into contact with his business.]
Was it anyone familiar?
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[She shakes her head.]
A-Anyway, Ciel...this place...
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[Coughing, slightly wet. He's still a little feverish, but it's nothing terrible.]
Lizzie!
[His voice cracks a little. Kind of embarrassing really.]
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[She hurries to his side, reaching out worriedly.]
Your cough...
[She slips out of her coat-- his coat, really-- and drapes it over his shoulders.]
Here.
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This is mine-
[He reaches out, touching her shoulder, realizing it's all through her hair, soaking her underskirts. Petticoat-?
He blushes and takes it right back off, draping it around her shoulders. He hesitates, nearly leaving his arm across her back as well, but it's too strange and he pulls away.]
You're soaked. And where's your dress?!
[Aunt Francis would NEVER let her go running around in her knickers like this. Something much, much more is going on.]
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W-Well, there were some complications and I lost it...
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