action;
[ being intently hyper aware of claude's proximity makes him that much more of the lack of it. alois sifts aimlessly. perhaps a bit more than is needed. then, with a soft clatter, he drops the sifter and steps toward the fridge.
and.
something cold and a goopy hits the back of claude's head. an egg. alois has a carton of the remaining eleven tucked under an arm. he means to look careless, the image of someone who isn't waiting to see what someone will do once they've had egg pelted in their hair, but a tiny sliver of blood runs down his chin and instinctively his hand raises to wipe it away, before he's peering at the pink stain left behind. claude made him react enough to worry his lip. his knees are shaking; he's battling with himself not to scream and slam the entire carton right on claude's face, then repeatedly beat him, until claude has scabs covering his lips.
it isn't fair, either, that he can't run out of the kitchen to find hannah. who he could release all this pent up frustration on. he throws another egg at him, and manages a giggle. ] Is it bothersome, Claude?