there even any fucking water in las vegas

... I could in other places.

I don't know how to fish either.

You can learn with me.

this is so sweet my teeth are going to fucking rot

... Alois, dumpling.

Could you go get me coffee?

Now?

why the fuck do you want to drink coffee this late at night

and dont call me dumpling

Because I feel like it. Skedaddle.

not even a please ?

Don't think I'm not keeping an eye on you as his employer, Mr. Knox.

A 'thank you' when you get back.

... Ciel Phantomhive... to what do I owe the pleasure of getting this beautiful chance to ignore your opinion because it doesn't matter?

: )

fine . and ciel i dont need you to intervene . brb coffee

... anyway. Learning to finish sounds like fun.

It will be. Long hours alone on a cramped boat... in the middle of nowhere... with nobody else...

I don't recall doing anything to earn your animosity.

Not animosity! You're just... not the boss of me.

I didn't say I was.

Alois is my significant other. It's only natural I'll be seeing to him being treated well.

How quick you forgot your fiancee. What did it take? A year, two years? And your demon is only a bother now... who's to say I'm not

*watching you* right back?

I have an invested interest in Alois not being fucked over.

ok your coffee is uh somewhere

what in the fuck

ciel im fine

ronald i wont miss work i promise

... This isn't a caramel macchiato.

you didnt specify that . . .

Now I have.

. . . should i just leave this plurk for the entire night

Just once more.

. . . ok brb caramel macchiato

♥

That is a very symmetrical heart.

I know.

Ah. Is this the "boyfriend," Mr. Knox?

... Stay the fuck away from him.

I'm not joking with you, Faustus.

I was merely curious. My mundane had mentioned him to me.

He's none of your concern.

...You have a boyfriend?

You haven't pissed me off yet, and it's fine if you want to pretend a Death God could never match you... but I wouldn't test it.

Okay?

And here I thought you told me you were heterosexual.

My, my, how very interesting.

Mr. Knox, I have no designs on your boyfriend.

/holy shit being called boyfriend EEE

I do wish you would stop acting so threatened. Last night was a one-time affair.

I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, Ronald. If Crona arrives in Las Vegas, then I'm sure I'll have to--address Claude Faustus.

I'm not threatened by you, Faustus. If it had happened in Vegas-- you'd be split six ways from Sunday.

I'm sure.

You didn't answer my question, Ronald.

You should be.

Question?

And... Kid. Let me handle this.

You have a *boyfriend*?

Oh...so you know Crona, then.

... William, do we have to talk about this right *now*?

As in *ever*?

Yes.

Yes, we do, actually.

Do enlighten me.

Crona is an ally.

I see. /looks Kid over

What was the question, again?

/X-TREME DEATH GOD

You're so gay, Ronald.

*William*!

Why can't you just admit it?

I'm not!

...I see, indeed.

I'm not gay, I just-- you know. If I *have to* I don't mind-- and. I ...

I'm not an invert!

Does sexuality actually matter to death gods from your world?

Forgive me, but I do not know your name.

Er, excuse me. *Homosexual*. Was that not politically correct?

--Death the Kid.

You can call me Death.

Kid, don't talk to that guy-- he's bad news.

Oh? You have to have a boyfriend?

Why, I never knew that.

I'm meta enough to be aware.

I don't have a boy-- I ... *if I do* have a boyfriend, which I might, it isn't any of your business.

So you do.

Demons spread madness no matter their make.

I didn't say that!

Why. What do you care? You're my superior, not my... counselor.

You seem awfully flustered for such a simple question.

Death the Kid--but not death itself, I suppose. You're somewhat similar to the others. /*only somewhat* ...unsure

*It doesn't matter*.

I'm Death's son.

It's personal-- which means it isn't under your jurisdiction.

Well, now, I was simply asking a question. No need to get testy with me, Mr. Knox.

I believe you were the one who suggested we be, er, *friends*, yes?

Don't friends tell each other these things?

I suppose you are not my friend then.

We're friends!

I tell you everything and I don't mind kissing with to-- ...

I hate Plurk.

How do I delete this thing?

I'm not his boyfriend if it's going to cause this much grief.

I see how it is.

**What**!

But-- ... /wilt

Idon'tlikethisanymore.

Oh, Ronald. I'm kidding. Your business is your own, in my estimation.

And your business is mine. What's mine is mine, what's yours is mine. it works out, right? /grin

/Bye Ronald!

William-- hey. Are you mad? : (

Of course not. Why would I have *any* reason to be upset?

This is the last time I ever ask you anything.

You're right, it isn't any of my business.

Ronald has issues talking about me, Mr. Spears. You shouldn't fault him for that.

... William. Come here.

Mm. I suppose.

/slings arm around his shoulders

/he does like the boyfriend though. so polite!

You and me-- we're... like broth-- we're like... very close people.

But there are some things I can't tell you everything about like there are some things you can't tell me.

...brothers.

Hm.

... /frowns

...Fair enough, I suppose.

Why are you still here? Didn't you just kick me out of your Plurk?

Before I sleep Ronald. Elizabeth could not begin to understand what I dealt with and she deserves someone who will treat her well.

Alois is in my care. Nothing bad will happen to him.

I'll make sure.

Whatever you say, Earl Phantomhive.

You're quite mouthy for a death god.

He is, isn't he?

/comes out of fucking *nowhere*

William.

/and disappears again

....

...

Yet I never get gagged...