33. Morning
Many of the boys looked completely sick. The White Owl was currently throwing up in a garbage can, Oscar needed both Matsushiro and Kawachi's help to walk properly, Cain was literally being dragged by Riff to the breakfast table, and even Jizabel was massaging his forehead with both hands in an attempt to soothe his terrible headache. The Pantasia men weren't any better. Suwabara had a headache and Monica was trying to give him hangover medicine, Shachihoko kept walking into walls and doors, and Kuroyanagi had splashed cold water in his face several times in an attempt to get rid of the hangover, but it didn't work to well-it only made him cold.
"I never thought they could get this wasted..." Sophie trailed off quietly. "Well, at least older wasn't stupid enough to go get himself drunk last night-" She looked around quickly, before speaking up again. "Wait, where's my brother?"
"Where's Cassandra?" Jizabel muttered quietly. "He would have been down here by now, surely..."
"I'm here now if you're wondering, Jizabel." Everyone turned to see Cassandra walk into the room, wearing the (obviously new) clothes that he'd obtained the other day. The oldest of the Brits was wearing what appeared to be some fancy variation of a black blazer adorned with brass buttons, overtop a black silk vest and a crisp, white cotton shirt. Dark jeans, however, replaced the trousers that he'd worn the day before, and black shoes to finish it off. "Morning."
"Where's Meister Kirisaki?" Cain asked hoarsely as he popped some hangover medicine pills into his mouth. "Is he with you?"
"Hm?" The older man turned, realizing that Meister was indeed not with him. "Wait one second..." He quickly rushed back out the door, and everyone could hear them talking afterwards. "Sylvan, it's completely fine."
"B-but-" Meister started, nervousness leaking into his voice, " Cassandra-kun, I'm not so sure about this-"
"You look fine. The clothing suits you." Cassandra reassured him. "Now, we need to join the others for breakfast."
"Er...Right."
Cassandra then walked back into the room, accompanied by an obviously nervous-looking Meister.
Everyone went silent and stared at him. Meister twitched as all eyes fell upon him.
Kawachi coughed a little, before speaking up. "Meister-han, er, when did you get that?"
The Pantasia General Manager was confused for a moment, before glancing down at his clothes. "Oh, this?" He asked quietly, before explaining. "Um, Cassandra-kun said it looked good on me when we were shopping for clothes for him the previous night, and insisted that I buy it..." Pausing for a moment to think, he then tried to make an assumption of what everyone else must be thinking.. "Wait, don't tell me it actually looks bad on me!"
"No, no, no, it's not that...but..." Kawachi nearly tripped over his own feet before finishing, "It just makes you look kinda feminine, don't you think?"
Meister twitched again slightly, glancing down at his clothes a second time before speaking. "...Begging your pardon, Kawachi-kun, but...what?!"
"You heard him." Matsushiro mumbled as he also popped a hangover pill into his mouth.
"Does it seriously-" The General Manager started, before staring at himself in a mirror. "Goodness gracious, why did I let him persuade me to buy it the other night!? I look more like a woman in this!"
Meister had a point. He wore a long, black leather coat that trailed down to his ankles, with a silver-coloured shirt underneath and matching black trousers and boots. There was something about the outfit, though, that made him look slightly more feminine than usual-no one could figure if it was because how the clothes were made, or if it was simply because Meister was the more feminine out of the rest of the guys in general...
Matsushiro started howling with laughter. "You've always looked more like a woman than the rest of us, Kirisaki!" The afro man responded, holding his stomach in pain as he kept laughing. "Admit it already-you're never going to be as manly as the rest of us!'
Meister's face (or at least the visible parts of his face underneath his mask) blushed a rosy pink. "Shut up, Matsushiro-kun!"
Cain just kept staring, unsure of how to react. He swallowed nervously, before whispering to the manservant beside him. "Er, Riff, remind me never to go shopping with Gladstone, alright?"
Riff nodded once, also staring and unsure of how to react. "Duly noted, sir."
"Please also remind me never to buy skinny jeans, even if they look good on me-I find them quite uncomfortable." The teen muttered, glancing at his skinny jeans-dang, they were so tight, even if they looked good on him...
"I will also note that, Lord Cain..."
There was an awkward silence between everybody as they ate their breakfast. Why?
Well, there was the awkward tea party with the girls. Then there was the even more awkward confrontation at the restaurant with the drunken men and the sober ones, resulting in a disgusted Gladstone, reeking with wine spilled all over his suit, and Kirisaki going and scolding Matsushiro for spilling said sort of alcohol on Gladstone.
No one really wanted to talk about it...
"Er, so..." Kanmuri started. Everyone turned to stare at him. "Um...How do we get you guys back home?"
"Good question, really..." Monica trailed off quietly. "The worst thing that could happen is that they live with us for the rest of our lives..."
Almost everyone's jaws nearly dropped at that remark. No one wanted that to happen.
"Azuma, any idea of a bread that can send the British freaks back home?" Matsushiro asked Azuma. The genius baker blinked, not realizing at first that everyone was paying attention to him.
"Erm...well, maybe I could make something..."
White Owl stared at Matsushiro. "Bread? To send us back?"
"Well," Matsushiro started, "You guys aren't even in the same century as us. Even if we got you airplane tickets back to London, I doubt that you would have any idea where to go from there."
"Ehh...true, I guess..."
Cassandra turned towards Meister. "Are they serious?" He asked, facial expression completely skeptical. "They must be joking..."
Meister nodded. "No, they're serious. Don't ask, but that's just seems to be how things work around here..."
The older man just let out a groan, shaking his head as he buried it in both hands. "Oh, great..."
Author note: Sorry about the short chapter-and apologies for such a long delay. Hopefully this somewhat made up for it... Thank you, readers, for your patience in the meantime.
