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vatheon2012-02-18 04:25 pm
xthecorvus) wrote in vatheon2012-02-18 04:25 pm
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001 ♞ that butler, overworked and underpaid
Who: Ciel and Sebastian
When: Backdated to after this trainwreck
Where: The location of said trainwreck.
Style: Starting in third but I'll follow you, Allie, dear~
Status: closed
This entire kerfluffle started early this morning. Right after breakfast, his young master had suddenly declared the need to wander off and that was that. Before Sebastian could say anything in protest, much less prepare his charge's usual coat and hat, he was out the door without so much as a by your leave. Of course, the butler had been busy with preparations for elevenses and hadn't been able to stop him in time. (Though after a split second of thought, it wasn't a complete waste. Emily was more than happy to lap up her share of egg salad and cream from that.)
No matter how strong their contract was or how likened the blasted pull was to a near accurate GPS, Sebastian always seemed to be at least one step behind. For once, the white rabbit was chasing Alice... and not the other way around.
But their chase had finally come to an end when he'd pinpointed his very young lord right in the park amongst the ruins of what seemed to be a rather sloppily put together tea party. It struck him as strange, seeing his right and proper master slumped over in a chair and asleep out in public. The demon's senses however told the tale faster than any questions could. There was a distinct scent of tea (Earl Grey, English Breakfast and... Assam?) coupled with a surprising taint of alcohol. Brandy. Of the seaworthy variety. With a sigh and a shake of his head, the butler approached the slumbering boy to place a hand on his shoulder.
"My lord? This is hardly the time or place for you to be sleeping. Best you wake." he finally murmured, lightly shaking the young earl's shoulder.
When: Backdated to after this trainwreck
Where: The location of said trainwreck.
Style: Starting in third but I'll follow you, Allie, dear~
Status: closed
This entire kerfluffle started early this morning. Right after breakfast, his young master had suddenly declared the need to wander off and that was that. Before Sebastian could say anything in protest, much less prepare his charge's usual coat and hat, he was out the door without so much as a by your leave. Of course, the butler had been busy with preparations for elevenses and hadn't been able to stop him in time. (Though after a split second of thought, it wasn't a complete waste. Emily was more than happy to lap up her share of egg salad and cream from that.)
No matter how strong their contract was or how likened the blasted pull was to a near accurate GPS, Sebastian always seemed to be at least one step behind. For once, the white rabbit was chasing Alice... and not the other way around.
But their chase had finally come to an end when he'd pinpointed his very young lord right in the park amongst the ruins of what seemed to be a rather sloppily put together tea party. It struck him as strange, seeing his right and proper master slumped over in a chair and asleep out in public. The demon's senses however told the tale faster than any questions could. There was a distinct scent of tea (Earl Grey, English Breakfast and... Assam?) coupled with a surprising taint of alcohol. Brandy. Of the seaworthy variety. With a sigh and a shake of his head, the butler approached the slumbering boy to place a hand on his shoulder.
"My lord? This is hardly the time or place for you to be sleeping. Best you wake." he finally murmured, lightly shaking the young earl's shoulder.