Chapters 4.
Alois Trancy was not really having a good day so far, and as he took in the sight before him, he had a feeling his day was about to get even worse. His pale blue eyes narrowed, wondering what in the world those two servants were doing, running through his halls as though the hounds of Hell were after them. Seeing that one of them was wearing nothing on the lower half of his body, it gave the blonde-haired boy a view that he really didn't want right now.
Already perturbed by the horrific nightmare he'd had of the previous Lord Trancy, Alois was in no mood for this foolishness. "Stop!" he ordered them at once, giving the pair a sharp glance with his eyes, his lips curving down somewhere between a pout and a frown. "You look ridiculous running about like madmen." Studying the two, he realized one was Canterbury, judging from how his fringe lay, though the other's was done just like Thompson's fringe. It couldn't actually be him, though, because Alois had just seen him working outside through the window. "And where the Hell are your pants?" he snapped at Timber, crossing his arms over of his long-sleeved white shirt, waiting to hear their explanation.
"Here, my lord," Timber replied demurely, holding up the article in question. He was wary of this boy, knowing of his cruelty and rapidly changing emotions, and feeling edgy already from what had happened in the confrontation with Claude. Wanting as much distance between himself and Claude as possible, he hadn't taken the time to put them back on. Though taking in the look on his master's face, he sincerely wished that he had. "I-I apologize for my appearance..." Hoping faintly that Alois would accept the apology and allow them to continue before Claude came after them, he also worried that Hannah would show up soon. Better to be far away from all this for a while, to let Claude calm down. Maybe then the older demon wouldn't actually kill him.
"If you have them with you, then put them on!" Scowling more, Alois swatted at Timber when he attempted to do so right there in the hallway. "Not out here, you idiot! Go to your room to do that- and don't race ever through the halls again." Satisfied by the fear he saw in them both, he spun on his heel and stalked away. Perhaps in their own way, these two were as odd as Ciel Phantomhive's human servants, he mused, his mood growing a little brighter at the thought of the other boy. It really was a shame that they couldn't interact more, but Claude and Sebastian seemed to loathe each other on sight alone; bringing them into the same place together was rather dangerous.
Thinking on that, though, reminded Alois that he hadn't seen Claude for some time now. After waking from that awful dream, he'd called Claude to him, still shaking from those terrible memories from the past. Unfortunately, it seemed that Claude really didn't know how to deal with such a thing; he'd held him when ordered to, but it didn't mean that he was doing it willingly. Exhaling slowly, he saw Hannah standing there silently, her gouged eye still bandaged over, seeming to assign a silent blame to him as she watched him. Unlike Claude, her skin was a darker hue, her hair longer and what appeared to be a soft shade of silver.
"Where did Claude go?" Alois murmured, pouting prettily, his tongue emerging and showing the contract mark clearly. He could summon Claude to him instantly, but it wasn't the same if he didn't come of his own choice. Sitting down in one of the large, oversized chairs, he curled up into a little ball, his dark cloak covering most of his pale, creamy skin. Today he had also put on a pair of green pants, though his feet remained bare, showing clearly against the plush velvet in his seat.
Hannah quietly asked, "Do you want me to search for him?" Curtseying before the moody child, she nonetheless made sure not to venture too close to him. He seemed ill at ease today, as though any little thing would set him off. After what he'd done to her before, she doubted that there was much else he could do that would hurt worse than that, though she was careful not to reveal to him that her eye had already healed. This boy would only take comfort from Claude, who kept himself emotionally distant from everyone and everything; even if she attempted to soothe Alois, she knew he would reject it.
