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[He's not crazy enough to open his mouth and talk to Elliot's ghost, definitely not! After another long moment staring at his brother, mouth hanging open in stunned surprise, he very, very slowly steps back out of the room and closes the door behind him a second time.]

And then, with the grace of a sack of rocks, he slams his head into Elliot's closed door and just...leans there.

Forehead pressed to the door.

Eyes on the ground.

While he examines his life and his choices.]

[And his shoes - ugh - he really needs to polish these boots later, wow--]

[WAIT A DAMNED SECOND NO HE'S NOT CRAZY AT ALL THIS IS BULLSHIT.

This time he doesn't just open the door and step inside, instead he - ]

[KICKS THE FUCKING DOOR DOWN!!!]

[Well, that's not true, but he opens it really fast at any rate.

And once again, stares straight at his brother.

No, he's not a ghost at all. He's...]

[He's back...?]

Elliot...?

[Your brother is going to cry, Elly, come give him a hug. >':]

[ the sound of the door got elliot's attention. no one else knew he was here except or alois and ciel ~~jack doesn't count~~... so was it one of them?

there would be no reason for anyone else to come in here. right?

.. . .RIGHT? ]

[ and when he saw gilbert walk in, his stomach drop. hell.. his heart dropped. was it too late to dive under the bed for cover?

shit. shit, shit. he wasn't ready to this encounter. alright?! he wasn't looking right at him just yet though.

don'tlookdon'tlookdon'tlookdon'tlookdon'tlookdon'tlookdon'tlook-- ]

[ he looked. his life is ruined now. here it comes, gilbert being a big bab-- wait a minute.]

[ he's walking back out?! without even a word?! elliot doesn't know if he should either be offended or thankful.

jesus christ, SOME BROTHER YOU ARE GILBERT. ]

[ wait, what was that sound...

. . . . gilbert just slapped himself. his own brother slapped himself. that was a bit hilarious but this was no time to laugh. oh boy, he's coming back. elliot sat there with book in hand. more so with book covering half his face but that wasn't the point. ]

[ and he LEAVES AGAIN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!? DAMMIT GILBERT, STOP DOING THIS TO ELLIOT. YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE HIM SOME PANIC ATTACK. ]

[ . . .now what is he doing to the door? fuck. gilbert, he promised ciel he wouldn't ruin anymore doors. if you screw it up, that was on yo--

. . . again. he's back. he jumped a bit as he burst through the door but... this time he isn't leaving? well, he expected this much. elliot's bringing the book back upwards towards his face a final time to hide any bruises alois may have left.

he didn't need gilbert freaking out any further. but when he heard his name, he swallowed a lump in his throat. ]

[ aaaand. he's staying silent himself. he couldn't even muster up the courage to talk but instead...

instead he just.. ]

[ he's quickly reaching for the apple he was previously eating and throwing it right towards gilbert!!

a wonderful greeting for a brother, right? naturally. ]

[ don't cry, jesus christ. he knows you're going to cry. hence the apple. it was to try to get him to snap out of it, okay?!

but elliot doesn't have much hope for that. instead, he'll finally speak in a huff. ]

Can't you knock?! [ no... elliot, he didn't know you were back.. elliot stop. elliot, please. ]

[OUCH FUCK APPLE TO THE HEAD]

Gah?!

[He yelps gracefully as he clutches at his head and doubles over at the waist.]

S-sorry! I didn't mean to--!

[Wait.]

Eh...?

--HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU WERE IN HERE?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING SOONER?!

[Welcome home, bro.]

What?!

[ he tossed the book to the side and stood on his bed. the taller the better, you see? ]

[ no, wait. this really was his fault. welp.

whatever, who cares!! he isn't going to admit to that!]

[ now he's going to start swinging the book around at gilbert.

he won't throw it because it's Holy Knight. it's the bible to elliot, okay? ]

Well--

[ he's looking around his bed for something else to throw. oh, a pillow.

he's raising that now above his head with a free hand and tossing it gilbert's way once more. ]

Maybe if you weren't such a baby, I wouldn't have to worry about confronting you!

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