Cyrus pov

The chime of the doorbell rang through the shop as we walked in. We heard Mortiues voice, apparently he already had a customer.

“Yes, that is beautiful on a man as attractive as yourself!” Mortieu batted his eyelashes.

We walked up to the counter and I froze. Around the corner trying on a lavish suit was the one face I didn't expect in Mortieu’s shop.

“Lucian!” I exclaimed. The bloody man was everywhere. He turned and blinked in surprise when he saw us.

“Why if it isn't my lavish guests.” He smiled, lowering his eyelids. “Whatever are you doing here?”

“Do you know each other?” Mortieu asked as he squished Vic into a hug.

“We have met a few times.” Angelica muttered, glaring unhappily at the gorgeous man.

“Yes, I thought I would try a new shop. Looks like the owner knows you all?” He walked to us and grabbed my hand. Kissing my knuckles one by one. I didn’t know whether I wanted to yank my hand away or not. Mortieu practically fainted.

“So you two have that kind of relationship!” He winked at me. “He is quite the catch!”

“NO! WE DO NOT HAVE THAT KIND OF RELATIONSHIP!” I snapped at the same time as Lucian spoke calmly:

“Yes, we have a very close and personal relationship.” My head whipped round to him and by the tug at the corner of his mouth I could see he was enjoying tormenting me. I felt a blush rise on my face.

Victoria sighed and grabbed Lucians hand. “Dear sir. How are you? It has been a while since we saw you.” She said smoothly.

“Has it? I feel like I saw you just yesterday.” He smiled. “Though perhaps it is just the height of your beauty that sticks to my memory.”

I glared and ground my teeth. Just deep. Deep. Deep. Breaths. I glanced over at Vincent, who seemed to also be glaring daggers into his soul. The bloody hell... DEEEEPP BREATTTHHHS. Maybe he was just- Concerned for her safety and well being as well.

I turned on heel, “Welp, I be’er be goin’.” I said, sucking in a breath as I made my way to the door. I couldn’t deal with this today. I felt Victoria’s hand clench onto my shoulder, and saw Mortieu step forward in the background.

“You just got here...” He pouted.

“We haven’t even told him!” Victoria hissed at me. I sighed, turning around. Lucian had placed himself on the workbench, looking interestedly at us all.

“Told me what?” Mortieu asked. I reached into the pouch I had brought, reaching inside.

“Mortieu, wha’ I am abou’ tuh show ya...” I closed my eyes, turning away. “Well, i’s a lon’ story.” I pulled out the tattered suits and dresses, and Mortieu’s jaw hit the floor.

And so did he.

“Mortieu!” We all called out in unison (except Lucian the heartless bachelor).

We crowded around him (again without Lucian), he had fainted for god’s sakes. Vincent and I helped him up to his feet, he was swaying and clutching his forehead.

“How’d you cause problems this time?” Lucian asked, examining the ripped articles of clothing while he swung his legs. I glared at him.

“We didn’ cause anythin’.” I spat. Vincent and Victoria looked at each other questioningly. “Bloody ‘ell wha’ did yeh do?” I demanded, narrowing my eyes at the two.

“We didn’t cause anything technically.” Victoria said. Vincent focused his gaze down at the floor.

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t have had so many casualties had we not shot the lock, but then we would have died...” He trailed off, deep in thought. “Oh bloody hell, did we cause all those deaths?” Vincent said exasperated.

“And I suppose if we had just shot him before he did any of his experiments this would be a lot simpler.” Vic remorsed.

“Ahh, so it is your faults.” Lucian remarked thoughtfully.

“It is no’!” I spat at him. “Kind of.”

“You are talking about the ball accident that occurred yesterday correct?” He asked. “Odd that they would allow people of your… well anyways.” He turned swiftly.

I lowered my eyelids at him, unamused. I walked up and put a hand on his shoulder. “No, go on. People of our wha’” I asked.

“Of your class of course. You are not the wealthiest or most cultured brand of civilization now are you? Americans have more culture than you.”

“Well then, wha’ does tha’ have to say about ‘your’ people, no’ even recognizin’ us?” I asked, prodding him in the chest. “Mus’ be rather sad there in the higher ups if pigs like us can fi’ in jus’ fine.” I snorted.

“I recognized your soft plush lips.” He grabbed my chin and pulled me an inch from his face.He placed his hands on me in standard dancing placement, and it felt horribly familiar.

“You!” I shouted, while Mortieu wiped away proud tears. Lucian grinned, one side of his smile higher than the other.

“Yes, I.” He said, sweeping me around the room.

Victoria started laughing her head off as I flusteredly was pulled around the room. “You bloody idiot!” She turned seriously to Lucian. “I appreciate how very gay you are.”

He raised a mockingly confused eyebrow. He dipped me, his leg between mine. “Me? Gay? Never!” He twirled me out of his arms and grabbed hold of Vincent, kissing each of his cheeks before kissing mine and skipping to the door. “I simply must be going. Good day.” He winked at Victoria and blew a kiss to me.

It was silent for a moment.“God damn i’!” I shouted, kicking the floor. “The only gay dude and ‘e’s comple’e rubbish!”

“Why the hell do you care if he is gay or not!” Angelica huffed. We all looked awkwardly at our feet. I sighed, taking a step up to Angelica.

“Angelica, dearie. You are very brigh’ sometimes, this is no’ one of those times.” I say to her.

“Are you going to tell her or just leave it at that?” Vincent remarked blandly. He certainly was straight. No gay would be that common.

“You and Lucian would go well together. He is the only person who can fluster you. That is except me.” Victoria said as she slid up against Vincent.

I hissed, shoving the two apart. “We would not!” I spat.

“Not to mention he is loaded with gold. And handsome as all hell fire. And from what I saw he certainly likes your ‘soft plush lips’.” Victoria laughed, clutching her side as Angelica looked between us all completely lost.

“What?” She asked, her expression hopeless.

I sighed, “MORTIEU I NEED THE GLITTER!”

Mortiue giggled delightedly and hurried behind his desk handing me a small jar of pink and purple sparkles. I kneeled down in front of Angelica, looking her strai- dead in the eye.

“I’m-” I used my serious voice, leaning down as I reached into the jar. “Gay~” I shouted, throwing it at her. I stood up, and skipped around her while tossing the glitter at her. “I’m gay! A homosexual! I love men, and only men, and I love men!” I sang, spinning around.

She blinked, in surprise or because I just threw glitter in her face no one will ever know. She turned to Victoria and walked over to her calmly. Staring into Vics eyes as she grabbed her by the throat. “You bloody liar you said he had a lover! You bloody inconsiderate lying oaf of a girl! Wench! Bachelor! Bachelor's daughter! I should cut out your tongue and hang it on my wall!”

“HEY HEY HEY HEY!!!!” I shouted, hopping between the two, shoving my hands towards the sky. I had forgotten I was holding glitter.

Vincent grabbed Victoria, pulling her away before she started smacking Angelica. I grabbed Angel and we pulled them to opposite sides of the room.

“I did not lie! I said he had a lover! I didn’t say it was a female!” She shouted stubbornly.

“Who the bloody ‘ell is my ‘lover’?” I demanded.

She rolled her eyes. “LUCIAN, YOU IDIOT!” I froze, and turned slowly towards her.

“The only bloody way tha’s happening is if he decides to stop being horrible, and I’ve had twelve tanks of Bavarian beer.” I said faintly.

She pouted. “Wealthy. Handsome. Too bad he is gay or I'd take him for myself.” She sighed. “Life is so unfair.”

He glared. “Like hell you would!” I growled. Vincent looked slightly annoyed at her statement as well.God damn it Vince, I don’t know how to feel about yoooouuuu.

“Will you all get out of my shop before you scare the rest of my customers away.” Mortiue’s assistant stalked into the room. I didn't bother to mention that they weren't his customers and this wasn't his shop. After all, he was Mortieu’s lover.

“Wait! They haven’t told me how this happened to my poor babies.” Mortieu shouted, holding up the ripped clothing. Marvin pouted before sighing and uncrossing his arms.

“Fine...” He sighed, before walking over to stand besides Mortieu, his arm hidden behind Mortiue at such an angle it was impossible to tell whether he was grabbing Mortiue’s butt or not.

“Vincent and Victoria saw this pren’ation thin’, and they ‘raised’ the dea’. An’ then the dea’ star’ed ea’in’ people, an’ then the guy who se’ up the presentation was like, nnnoooo, kill them, and they were like, WAHHH I DON” WANNA DIE and then it was like PEW PEW PEW and then it was like WAGHGHGHG and then THEY ALL DIED.” I explained, my hands gesturing quickly.

Marvin looked utterly dumbfounded, while Mortieu’s face was still blank as he processed my amazing explanation. Victoria thunked her forehead with an, ‘umphf’, while Angelica tried to hide her snort. Vincent did not look surprised.

“As we have told you what happened we must be off!” Angelica ushered us out the store, wanting to save us before Mortiue exploded. We all stood outside the door for a moment as we heard Mortieu’s very manly screams.

“...”

“...”

“I think we broke Mortieu.” Victoria said finally, after moments of awkward silence. I put my hands on my hips, shrugging.

“Marvin can fix ‘im.” Or break him again, like hell that I’d know. I didn’t want, to know what they did in their- Spare time.

Ew.