§ I'm the Idiot to your Poetry §

[Through the camera, Alois can be seen sitting on the table of a nice, spacious living room. He's idly kicking his legs mid-air and looks quite cheerful.]

So today I and Luca are moving in with Ciel! His Manor is so fucking huge he certainly cannot live in it all by himself. He'd get scared at night. [A giggle.] But today it's a very special day for him. It's his birthday! So all you people better come over at the Manor and say happy birthday to Ciel! If you do, I'll give you a slice of the cake I made. Luca helped me bake it! So it's delicious.

[Because everything Luca touches can only be delicious and perfect. For a minute, Alois idly rocks back and forth on the table, looking pensive. Then he smiles brilliantly at the camera once again.] So! For those of you who don't like cake, remember to say happy birthday to Ciel Phantomhive anyway. Or I'll fucking gut you. Understood?

[There are more giggles. Then the connection ends.]