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ipsimus: ""Sebastian." Ciel's tone was firm. It would have sounded angry had it not been for the fact his one hand was covering his mouth and nose, causing the words to be muffled. His other hand was extended out from his body, like he wanted it as far away from him as possible. Why? Danging by its scruff between his pinched fingers was a fluffy little kitten. He held it with such disgust, almost as if it were a dirty tissue. "Explain this.""
A long tense moment stretches with an almost infinite time limit. Slowly blinking Sebastian offers a soft smile while approaching the seriously peeved Earl. “Why, I do believe the Phantomhive Manor has taken in an unfortunate intruder.“ The kitten is immediately taken into Sebastian’s outstretched hands. Almost immediately does the demon nearly lose all interest in the steamed child standing before him.
“Shall I escort the unwanted guest from the premises, my Lord?” As in, Sebastian sneaks the small tiny animal to join the horde of well fed and washed felines that have comfortable homes in his room—?
“It had somehow found its way into my study and rubbed against my leg under the desk.” The young lord explained, talking about it as if it were a horrible pest. The little kitten, unknowing of Ciel’s hatred toward it, simply looked at him with similar blue eyes and mewled the tiniest moo. Ciel simply rolled his own, gladly handing off the creature to Sebastian. However, he was bothered by the fact that the demon’s full attentions were on the wretched thing and nowhere else. Namely, him.
That lone sapphire hue looked the demon up and down, noting that he seemed a little too eager to run off with the furball.
“No. Actually. Call one of the other servants here. I’ll have one of them, perhaps Bardroy, take care of it.” A smug grin stretched across his lips. “It’s nearly dinner, and I need you here, Sebastian. You understand of course?”
