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[Since it is a day ending in y, Alois is doing something that toes the line between ridiculous and just plain idiotic. The reason he is spending his afternoon occasionally calling Hannah names instead of batting his eyes at Claude is likely because somebody has to take care of the whole fucking manor, butlers, etc. Maybe Alois burnt down another room, that's a good one.
So while someone else is scraping ashes off more ashes, Alois has happily forced Hannah out into the gardens. And because he is a little hellion who can't just look at a flower bush without shoving half his body into it, the part where he suddenly lets out a strangled cry of anguish and spins around looking pained should be no surprise.
it turns out roses have thorns and alois is a fucking moron, look at his wounded hands
[ And dutifully, Hannah of course follows him outside without complaint, though her eyes are always kept towards the ground. It's respect, to her, because like all demons, she takes the serving thing way too fucking seriously, though as soon as he cries out, she looks up with a soft, alarmed gasp. Anyone else would probably lament that Alois is a moron, but Hannah is genuinely concerned, and quickly moves to his side. ]
Young Master...
[ Since she has both eyes at this point, unfortunately she's not carrying around extra bandages, but she does begin to lift her apron to clean off his hands. ]
[Thankfully Alois is too distraught over his cuts to berate her about looking at him, or speaking to him or whatever today's special issue is. He's visibly upset, because this is Hannah and not Claude and so he doesn't have to put on a show like a dipshit...
He won't accept an apron chafing his delicate skin!! though, wow. He pulls his hands back with an affronted tsk.]
Don't you have something better than that! You carry a handkerchief, don't you, you stupid woman—
[ She hesitates, and draws the apron back, but shakes her head. Usually, yes, she did, but she probably got blood on it after Alois had decided to beat her up for arbitrary reason #3121 and she had needed to mop up her own blood. Of course, she regrets not grabbing another one now...
She lets the apron settle back against her and clasps her hands in front of herself before bowing shallowly. ]
...I apologize. Shall I fetch one now?
[ or are you going to throw a bigger tantrum about that, all signs point to yes ]
[the magic 8 ball that is Alois' moody baby lifestyle is correct]
[Of the multitude of things that go through his mind to do to her in response to not being prepared (mostly slapping, honestly), he somehow grasps the concept of not aggravating his hands even more. So - although he has to lean forward and stretch a bit to reach, because he is super small - when she bows, he makes a grab for her braided hair and yanks.]
What do you think you're playing at? You must think it's funny, carrying on without a care in the world— Too bad it damn well isn't! Shall I have Claude teach you how to do your job properly?
[He doesn't know what goes on among his demonic staff, but since he (with a ton of bias) assumes Claude is the most threatening of them, well. #management]
"what would be dumb" i asked myself
So while someone else is scraping ashes off more ashes, Alois has happily forced Hannah out into the gardens. And because he is a little hellion who can't just look at a flower bush without shoving half his body into it, the part where he suddenly lets out a strangled cry of anguish and spins around looking pained should be no surprise.
it turns out roses have thorns and alois is a fucking moron, look at his wounded hands
also this is hannah's fault somehow]
Hannah!
another quality day at the trancy household
Young Master...
[ Since she has both eyes at this point, unfortunately she's not carrying around extra bandages, but she does begin to lift her apron to clean off his hands. ]
ova: "trancys fuck up their own house again"
He won't accept an apron chafing his delicate skin!! though, wow. He pulls his hands back with an affronted tsk.]
Don't you have something better than that! You carry a handkerchief, don't you, you stupid woman—
spin-off series about this very topic
[ She hesitates, and draws the apron back, but shakes her head. Usually, yes, she did, but she probably got blood on it after Alois had decided to beat her up for arbitrary reason #3121 and she had needed to mop up her own blood. Of course, she regrets not grabbing another one now...
She lets the apron settle back against her and clasps her hands in front of herself before bowing shallowly. ]
...I apologize. Shall I fetch one now?
[ or are you going to throw a bigger tantrum about that, all signs point to yes ]
writing a petition rn
[Of the multitude of things that go through his mind to do to her in response to not being prepared (mostly slapping, honestly), he somehow grasps the concept of not aggravating his hands even more. So - although he has to lean forward and stretch a bit to reach, because he is super small - when she bows, he makes a grab for her braided hair and yanks.]
What do you think you're playing at? You must think it's funny, carrying on without a care in the world— Too bad it damn well isn't! Shall I have Claude teach you how to do your job properly?
[He doesn't know what goes on among his demonic staff, but since he (with a ton of bias) assumes Claude is the most threatening of them, well. #management]