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M!A: None but accepting
Sebastian settled into the seat beside his young master, unsure of…. how exactly to bring this up. All he knew was that he was gloating about it.
“Bocchan…while I was tidying your wardrobe, I accidentally found this in a locked chest hidden beneath the floorboards…” From behind his back, Sebastian withdrew the tiny pair of pink lace panties, and showed them to his master. “….Could these be yours, by any chance….?”
──♚── Ciel froze in place as the small pink panties came into view. Indeed, they looked as though they would be the proper size for the small boy to wear, but he would vehemently deny any affiliation with them. However, the faintest pink glow did cross his cheeks.
❝F-First and foremost! Of course not! I haven’t seen… nor should I have ever seen such things! Secondly… Why are you tearing up floorboards whilst tidying my wardrobe?❞
The young Earl seemed to fluff up like a hissing kitten as he spat out those words. It was hard to know if they did belong to him or not… But the blush upon his cheeks had grown quite apparent at that point.
Anonymous: "Umm, excuse me Earl? How are you doing? Also, I wanted to ask what you think of Mister Sebastian? ((Hiya! I really love your blog by the way! ^.^))"
──♚── “Ｇood afternoon,” Ciel’s gaze averted from his newspaper, towards the stranger who just addressed him. He laid the paper down neatly on the desk before leaning forwards in his chair to speak with the greyface. “I’m doing well.”
“Ａs for what I think of Sebastian, what do you suppose I think? He is a servant in my estate and he takes care of the business I needn't trifle myself with. What more is there to say?” The young Earl’s brow quirked a little as he finished.
"Ｎow, did you come here on business, or to simply ask frivolous questions?“
thesweetheartmortician-deactiva: ""Good day Earl~" Undertaker mused, casting at the male with a slight confusion before bursting to laughter, "The Earl is now a lady? Kyehehehe, what a time to be alive!""
──♚── Ｃiel narrowed her eyes at the mortician before rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"Ｉt’s anything but funny! This is the reason I’ve come to see you. Are you familiar with any sort of witchcraft that would be able to turn me into this?“ The young girl gestured to herself for a moment with a stern look on her face.
──♚── Ｃiel suddenly felt odd. At first, he didn’t notice his body changing or his hair growing. But soon enough, it was hard not to realize what as happening. The young earl grasped at his chest and his hair as his uncovered eye went wide.
“Ｓ-Sebastian!“ He called out, his voice a little more high pitched than before. It seemed that he had become a she.
