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M!A: None but accepting
Sebastian nods in understanding, before slipping the letter into his jacket. Well, whatever the young boy wanted, he got, after all. He always seemed to at the end of the day anyhow. He gives a bow to Ciel, before he walks out, knowing his place at this point with practiced ease. “Consider it done, Master.”
Afterwards, he headed into the kitchen to attend to dinner. It didn’t take him too long, and soon enough, the butler returned to his Master, setting his plate carefully down. Afterwards, he then poured his drink for him as well, before giving another small bow. “Here you are, as you requested.”
Ciel sat patiently in his seat, gazing over the newspaper as he waited for his dinner. It didn’t take long. It never did. He folded the paper neatly and laid on the chair next to him before gazing down at the food. As usually, everything looked delicious. The food was made just how he liked it, but something was wrong. The young Earl frowned a little as he felt a small wave a nausea hit him. That was odd. Was he getting sick?
Come to think of, the boy HAD been drinking more tea than usual today. He’d felt a slightly tickle in his throat, but figured it was simply from yelling or something along those lines. Ciel sat back in his chair, feeling slightly agitated that he was feeling this way. After he’d rested for a moment, he finally felt well enough to begin eating his dinner. Perhaps he’d just been too hungry.
Ciel continued to eat until the plate was clean and he felt full. It seemed like the nausea from before was go– Oh no. Another wave hit him, causing him to cover his mouth with his hand. It was unknown to him, but his face was also hot with a slight fever. “Sebastian.. Something’s wrong.”
