patterned useless pretty boy call-out post

[assumedposition]

THIS IS A PLACEHOLDER POST FOR ALBERT DE MORCERF

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[hallucinogenetic]

You need to be calm with cats.

[says Kanda Yuu]

[assumedposition]

I can be calm...!

[Unsure.]

Anyway. [He gives a small sigh.] Do you want some tea? You don't look so good. [Way to be subtle, Albert.] I'm still not the best at cooking, but we have some snacks.

[hallucinogenetic]

Tea. Yeah.

[rising to sit heavily in one of Albert's chairs. just giving a little grunt when the cat leaps up on him, too]

[assumedposition]

[Albert smiles, and he quiets a moment while he fusses about making tea. Once that's done, he places it in front of Kanda with a clink and sits himself down as well. He places a packet of shortbread on the table between them too. After a moment:]

... You ... were surprised to see me at the library today, weren't you.

[Read: you're not really here to see me, are you? It's a slightly subtler line of questioning than Kanda might remember of Simba. Not very, but still.]

[hallucinogenetic]

Didn't know this was your world.

[assumedposition]

No...?

You make it sound like you're just wandering aimlessly or something.

[hallucinogenetic]

Tch. I'm searching for someone. We got separated.

[assumedposition]

... Someone from Sabra La Tau? Or...?

[hallucinogenetic]

No.

My fiancé.

[assumedposition]

What? You're engaged?

Kanda-- that's great news! You lucky guy. Congratulations! Why didn't you say anything sooner?

[hallucinogenetic]

I've been with you ten minutes.

[assumedposition]

Oh. Hmm. Well, that's true. Still! This is big news. You could have at least written, you sly dog.

[He doesn't seem at all offended, though.]

[hallucinogenetic]

I was trapped in an amnesiac fairytale world. I was a bit busy.

[assumedposition]

[Albert mistakes his meaning.]

I'm not sure I would call Sabra much of a "fairytale." Besides. It's been a while since then!

[hallucinogenetic]

No, you idiot, another one. A new place .

[assumedposition]

What-- another one? No way.

Was one go-around not enough, or something?

[hallucinogenetic]

You think I chose it?!

[assumedposition]

[Albert blinks, surprised.]

Huh. You mean you didn't?

[That was the one thing that was always made very clear to them right at the outset, in Sabra: they were all there because they had chosen it. "I do this willingly." Words Albert will never forget.]

[hallucinogenetic]

Not in—Aather. Not really.

. . . got what I wanted anyway, so it doesn't much matter in the end.

[assumedposition]

Still. Not giving you a choice in the matter-- I'm glad you got what you wanted, but there's no call for that.

[ It's clear he's mad on Kanda's behalf. ]

[hallucinogenetic]

Life's like that.

[taking a drink of too-hot tea, just scowling at it when it scalds him a little]

We've been out on our own for a while now. No more going back.

[assumedposition]

Huh? To your world, you mean...? What about all your friends?

[hallucinogenetic]

They can take care of themselves. I'm not taking Alma back to that.

[assumedposition]

Ahaha... wow. That bad, huh?

[hallucinogenetic]

I told you what they did to me. It was always worse for Alma.

I got out. He didn't.