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[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[Nill is hiding scrunched up under a kitchen table. She doesn't have the massive headache, but the giant feeling of anger seriously spooked her out, so she's just hiding down there until it goes away. The journal just picks up the occasional, sporadic fluttering sounds and maybe some nervous breathing if your hearing is that awesome. YOU'RE WELCOME TO GO DOWN THERE AND FIND HER. ;;]

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[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

[walks into the kitchen to eat for the first time in like... three days kjsdbfkjsdf]

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[is just chillin' under the table, don't mind the fluttering sounds]

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

[pauses, walks over to the table, and leans over to peer under it]

Hello.

[1/2]

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[looks up!]

[2/2]

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[LOOKS AT YOU JUST LIKE THIS]

Action foreveeer;

[spectrality.livejournal.com]

[ is without a journal, but is trying to give Elizabeth a tour, and he stops in the kitchen for just a moment, looking as unimpressed as usual ]

The kitchen. Not a place we really need to bother with, but at least now you know. There are unfamiliar contraptions in here, so I don't suggest you try pushing any buttons.

[ already about to move onto another room ]

I LOVE ACTIOOON;

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[she hears the sound and OH HAY, there's a little girl peering at you from under a table. 8Db]

[decoro.livejournal.com]

But isn't it the servants who prepare the meals? I won't have to touch the buttons.

[ she nearly trails after him when the soft fluttering catches her ears and she leaves his side to peek under the table ]

Oh, my! Ciel, someone is under here! What cute wings!

Assuming this is before Teresa shows up~

[spectrality.livejournal.com]

That's what I said, but some people here seem to think it's fun or something.

[ stops when Elizabeth leaves, then turns to look after her ]

...Wings?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Walks into the kitchen, rubbing his head from the headache]

[Talking to himself] I suppose I should count myself lucky that mine doesn't seem as bad as others...

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[Thinks she recognizes that voice and peers out from under the table!]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Stops when he sees her out of the corner of his eye, turns and looks at her with surprised confusion]

Ah...hello?

[1/2]

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[TOTALLY KNOWS WHO YOU ARE!]

[2/2]

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[...and now feels awkward about hiding under the table.]

[metaknightly.livejournal.com]

[in the kitchen baking, NOT PAYING ATTENTION but heard FLUTTERING and assumed it was his chicky Pit]

I'll tell you when they're ready, Pi-- [stops]

. . .

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[...hi.]

I DON'T KNOW WHEN THIS HAPPENS.

[metaknightly.livejournal.com]

[he stoops down to her level]

Are you alright?

I'M JUST ROLLIN' WITH IT, I GUESS.

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[she looks a little nervous, but nods her head]

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[ooc; aah, Stiiick, I hate my timezone. ))): this can be through journals, or ~*action*~, I guess. Whichever you like best?]

...Is that Nill?

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[flutter, flutter!]

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[curious curious, follows the fluttering and looks under the table?]

Ah, what are you doing down there?

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[o hai... She sort of looks up at you like she thinks she recognizes you but isn't sure!]

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

[Jun would have totally been nice and fed the tiny silence as well, but alas, she was sleeping when this was all going on, so... upon looking at the journal entries, she feels pleased that people were able to help the small one out. Resting her chin on a palm, she lifts her pen and writes a note to Nill]

Good to know people are being nice to you around here.

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[she notices this and picks up her pencil to respond!]

good p e o p l e .

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

I'd have to rough up anyone who wasn't.