Earl Ciel Phantomhive (
faustianphantom) wrote2011-06-06 12:36 am
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♚ Fortieth Move - {Video}
{Dessert has been served and enjoyed. Ciel is sitting at his desk, running his tongue over his fingers. After he has deemed them clean, he lifts up one of his legs and attempts to lick it too. Only...he can't reach it. How annoying.
Scrunching up his nose, he lowers his leg and tilts his head. Upon seeing the recorder on, he leans forward and noses it, puffing out a small breath. What follows can only be labeled a purr.
The Earl of Phantomhive is in a strange mood. And he might be up for adoption.}
Scrunching up his nose, he lowers his leg and tilts his head. Upon seeing the recorder on, he leans forward and noses it, puffing out a small breath. What follows can only be labeled a purr.
The Earl of Phantomhive is in a strange mood. And he might be up for adoption.}
<3 Action!
[Meanwhile, she considering the situation for a moment before deciding a cup wasn't going to work very well. The tea set came with a milk jug anyway, so it was fairly easy to pour out a drink on one of the saucers. She crouched down and sat in on the floor, waiting.]
Um, I hope that'll do for you.