hisbutler_bound | Nevermore Tasks 004

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I hope I am not imposing on your evening, but it seems I have quite a bit of rabbit left over and I seem to have prepared a little too much. [Yes, a little being fifteen extra that were salvaged from the fire, still clean and able to be eaten]

[Behind him is a spread of cooked rabbit, prepared just for his lord on the table, along with some veggies to adorn it, a tender sauce for the meat served only at the exact beginning of the meal. It'll be surprisingly still hot whenever his young lord decides he's ready to eat. Giving a quick look at his pocket watch, it'll be any minute now]

I have prepared in the same manner a few more rabbits, seeing as more than enough were cooked. If anyone would like them, I would be willing to trade for anything -- as not to deplete the current minimal stock here. Some vegetables perhaps, or bread. Anything you can spare.

Oh, and Miss Unohana, I would like for you to check up upon my young lord when possible. I will not discuss the details publicly. Thank you. I will save a little rabbit for you, if you like for your services.

Mister Negi, how is Taro? Would you like some rabbit?

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[Sliding back in, his brows furrowed considerably. Even his lungs were common knowledge to Negi. That furrow quickly narrowed, his fingers sliding behind his back, one of his knives in hand, and he fingered it for the moment.

Keeping that hand behind his back, his free hand slide under plates to scoop up the cake when he delicately and masterfully cut it with only one hand, setting it next to them after clearing away plates.

His eyes never left Neku]

[Had Negi known what Sebastian held behind his back, he would have been more alert, more on guard. As it was, the sudden staring at him from both directions was enough to unnerve him, and he shifted nervously in his seat, eyes trained on the slice of cake before him.]

...I've seen you have an asthma attack before. It looked horrible... I can only imagine how it feels not to be able to breathe.

[It's terrifying.

Ciel barely kept himself from saying it aloud, and it startled him how close he'd come to admitting it. Not being able to breathe, feeling as if he might die, knowing that there's nothing Sebastian can do to help him, to keep him safe... it's terrifying.

Though he's not afraid to die, he's afraid of being beyond Sebastian's reach. Of dying pointlessly. Of not accomplishing what he needs to, because of some human weakness.

Ciel recognized the stance Sebastian held, but only because it was so familiar, and could make a guess at what he had behind his back. Oddly, it comforted him.]

It's painful. But it will be controlled.

[Sliding down the required forks to eat it, he slides over back behind Ciel once more, his pose never changing, his stance either. He's ready should he need be, but he's halfly relieve to know only that perhaps only Negi knows.

He wants to ask, but it is not his place. It's not concern for Ciel, merely concern for his well being. After all, no complete mission equals no soul.

His arm slides down lightly near his side, near Ciel's side, gloved fingers turning lightly and almost unnaturally slow to touch his elbow. It's merely an assurance that he is there incase he is needed, usually only flanking his left when things are left unsaid.]

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Do you have medicine for it? An inhaler?

[Negi realized, a moment too late, that he was being a bit too intrusive, but he was worried. Genuinely worried. Ciel was - used to be - his friend. Of course he would be worried about his health.

Picking up the offered fork, he slowly cut off the tip of the slice, spearing it on the end of his fork, but not eating it just yet. He was waiting for some sort of rebuke, some hint that he had gone too far.]

[The touch against his elbow made him remember himself, remember that Sebastian would not let him die, though he might allow pain or fear -- it was oddly comforting, but Ciel reflected, also twisted... and blackly amusing. Ciel allowed the connection for a moment before he moved his arm, picking up the fork and working the perfect first bite onto his fork.]

Madam Unohana is providing treatment.

[A pause, and for now, he'll allow it.]

Who else knows?

[Good, the real meat and potatoes, though he adjusts to moving that one hand behind his back more firmly, fingers curling down at behind his back to slide it more into his hand instead, his offending hand against Ciel's elbow moved away, allowing him to slide his hand back down to his side.

He leans in lightly, listening in for the list of names if any. He won't forget them, but even with them he would do nothing without Ciel's orders]

[His own first bite slips past his lips, fork lingering in his mouth a moment before moving back to the plate. He worked the bite of cake around his mouth for a moment as he thought back. Who had seen Ciel's attack...it had been on the network. There was no telling.]

...besides me, I believe it's only Al, Unohana-san and maybe one or two others. I can't recall at the moment.

[Al. Again, that name. Again, that person... everything seemed to lead back to him -- but then, from his observations, the boy was neither useful nor would he be a candidate for being used. The single blue eye half closed, and for several moments, he looked very serious.]

You said that previously, I had lived with this person. And his family.

[His voice was deadly serious now. He had to tread carefully. Clearly, the boy had a reason to have not spoken with him since his return... and he wanted to keep it that way. But at the same time, he was becoming dangerously curious.]

[His eyes narrow faintly, though his body remains composed. Al, again. That name always seems to pop up when it comes to Ciel. Inwardly he makes a mental note to somehow hint meeting this one. Gloved fingers curl at the tips before resting back against the sides of his pants, staring endlessly at Negi.

He looks down at Ciel's cup though, repouring tea into it, knowing his taste for it. Whether he drinks it or not, it must be refilled each and every time. There wasn't anything being said he didn't already know, but he said nothing]

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