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Earl Ciel Phantomhive ([personal profile] faustianphantom) wrote2011-01-22 03:04 am

♚ Twenty-Fourth Move - {Video}

[Oddly enough, Ciel is distancing himself from the mansion today. That becomes apparent when his communicator turns on and reveals that he is outside. Though he hasn't been walking for long, there is an odd pallor to his face.

Apparently the latest "event"/"curse" did not set well with him. Especially where a certain demon butler is concerned.]


I refuse to speak to you, Sebastian. [He says the name with a strange force.] What happened yesterday was a fluke. It will not happen again.

[The feed ends with a rather unpleasant cough. Yes, the young earl might be getting sick all on his own, thank you very much, Poly.]


[OOC Note: Ciel's "soft spot" for Sebastian caused him to not only give the demon an easy day, chore wise, but Sebastian also received a bouquet of flowers for his years of service. Considering Ciel's usual bratiness/stinginess, such "gifts" (if you can call them that) are unheard of.]

video;

[identity profile] underage.livejournal.com 2011-01-22 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? What did he do?

video;

[identity profile] queens-guarddog.livejournal.com 2011-01-23 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[It's more what he did.]

...nothing.

/backtags everywhere

[identity profile] sinandservitude.livejournal.com 2011-01-26 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
As you say, my lord.

[He is amused forever and ever.]

If I may be so bold, however, it would be wise that you do not fall ill again.

/loves it

[identity profile] queens-guarddog.livejournal.com 2011-01-28 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't want to come inside. [The brat has no common sense.]

♥♥♥

[identity profile] sinandservitude.livejournal.com 2011-01-29 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Then please allow me to come out and give you your coat.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

[identity profile] queens-guarddog.livejournal.com 2011-01-30 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't want to see you!

♥ x infinity

[identity profile] sinandservitude.livejournal.com 2011-01-30 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
You needn't see me, my lord. I shall be so swift that your eyes won't catch sight of me at all.

~beams~

[identity profile] queens-guarddog.livejournal.com 2011-01-30 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
...very well. If you can manage that, I am cold.

:333

[identity profile] sinandservitude.livejournal.com 2011-01-31 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Of course.

[A small gust of wind swirls around Ciel, a coat placed over his shoulders by a seemingly invisible person. A moment later-- because Sebastian is getting so much of a kick out of Ciel's embarrassment and he isn't going to just let it stand like that-- the demon appears at his side.]

Ah, I do have a small query, Young Master.

>8|

[identity profile] queens-guarddog.livejournal.com 2011-01-31 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Ciel releases a less than polite curse, tugging the coat around him.]

You said I wouldn't see you. [He narrows his eyes.] And that query would be?

:3c

[identity profile] sinandservitude.livejournal.com 2011-02-01 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
You didn't, Young Master. I made sure that you would not see me while I placed your coat on your shoulders.

[A little smirk. He loves his word-twisting.]

I would like to inquire what it is that the Young Master would like for his dinner.

8<

[identity profile] queens-guarddog.livejournal.com 2011-02-01 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Tch. [He should have been more specific.] ...what? [The question throws him off. Blinking, he shakes his head.]

Some sort of soup? [It would be comforting.]

♥?

[identity profile] sinandservitude.livejournal.com 2011-02-02 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Very well.

[A pause, and he almost moves to leave before he turns to Ciel again.]

Ah, and for your dessert?

♥!

[identity profile] queens-guarddog.livejournal.com 2011-02-02 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
[It is strange to be asked. Usually Sebastian just...serves him whatever he happens to make.]

Chocolate cake.

[identity profile] sinandservitude.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Sebastian is mostly asking just to stay out here for a bit longer to torment Ciel.]

Very well, then. It shall be done.