hisbutler_bound | Nevermore Tasks 005

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Good afternoon, Astringendum,

It seems the rain has calmed a little, but I wonder how long. It should do well for the gardens in general. I've taken the liberaty of starting a small one in the back of the manor with what few seeds I've taken from the vegetables I've served the young master --rather few--, though not knowing the fertility of the soil, I'm not quite sure exactly how it will fare. [Not that he can't just cheat and will them to grow anyways. He's merely trying to start up a conversation.

He settles more feed into the owl feeder, but doesn't give it any treats. That's Ciel's job to pamper his own pet. It doesn't seem to like him as much as Ciel anyways. He picks up a package under his arm and makes his way out of the manor. Clearly there are signs of walking]

Do the seasons fit in normal standards? April showers bring May flowers, is the term I refer to, but is it similar here in the terms of seasons and weather?

[He stops, unwrapping the package of meat, smiling pleasantly. He sets it down on the ground rather close to a small opening somewhere, waiting patiently until the Yodare show up. He doesn't move even when they descend like pirranas upon the meat. Gloved fingers outstretch to lean down to pet one. Hopefully this time it'll work.

Unfortunately, it does not, and his hand is quick to snatch away from teeth, leaping out of harms way into a tree, and then off onto a building. He sighs, as if displeased] Ah, failed attempt four hundred and thirty nine.

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[He smiles faintly more at the shaking hand. If only it was a paw, he'd take it and suck the moisture from it to ease his discomfort, then squish it. Sebastian's face tints a little red at the imagery.

Then he sneezes on his jacket.

Oh, it's on now] Like a helpless kitten. [Whooosh, heading back to mansion now]

[Noooo. No squishing. But whaaat. Is he blushing.]

If you start feeling my palms, I'll scratch your face open.

[Again.]

[There's a very cocky smirk on his face]

Again, my lord? Must you be repetative. Were you an actual kitten, I might feel your palms, but I assure you, you wouldn't scratch.

[Those O so talented fingers would't let him]

Maybe I'd take your eye out.

[But he'll huff and lean against that shoulder, trying not to shiver too hard. He's cold and hungry and being teased, not a good combination.]

Kittens would not do unnecessary things. They most certainly love to be rubbed.

[He'll whisk him through the front door to lessen the exposure of the elements, right into bathroom, setting him down. Already moving to prepare the bath, he's on his knees, making sure it's nice and hot, but not scalding.

Only then would he get Ciel out of those wet clothes]

They also bite.

[Unconcerned, he lifts his arms in order for Sebastian to efficiently undress him. This, of course, is no more strange than Sebastian cooking him dinner, intensified, perhaps, by the fact that Ciel is rather lazy.]

If provoked. If the caretaker gets bitten, it is their own fault for not being able to tame the cat properly.

[He offers his hand to help him into the bath as always, leaning down a bit in a half bow, as he's still on a knee. Lower than the heel of his boot, Sebastian remains firm that way]

Are you saying you'd be capable of taming me?

[A soft snort, and with a small splash he gets into the tub, relaxing back against the side with a sigh, taking the eyepatch off himself in favor of sliding underwater for a few seconds, a stream of bubbles breaking the surface before he comes up again.]

Edited 2010-04-08 08:40 (UTC)

[He waits for him to lower, watching him move under and takes the eyepatch, setting it aside. When he's back up, a hand moves to smooth it over his head for the hair that may be in his eyes. Dipping in the cloth, he'll start washing and scrubbing]

There is a possibility that the answer is yes while you are a kitten for however long you would be.

[Ciel tips his head back, letting the water rush backwards, away from his face, and stays still to permit Sebastian to easily wash him. He'll get his own front, of course, he's not that much of a heathen.]

Possible, perhaps, but not probable.

[Even as a kitten, he'd bite and scratch and play with his prey.]

[He washes at his neck and behind his ears, a gloved hand resting on his shoulder to push him forward slightly, rubbing the cloth against his back in a scrub, only moving in a gentle motion over that brand on his back]

As you wish.

[He wonders if his young master would be cute, or simply young. Fluffy or straight haired? Maybe a little thick in coating]

[He's be an effing adorable kitten, Sebastian. All bright blue eyes and soft fur and softer paws, pouncing and playing with every toy he could put his claws into.

He settles down, not even wincing as the cloth travels over the shaped scar burned into his body. Being bathed is relaxing.

Three years ago, he could hardly stand even the lightest of pats. Now, such a ritual seems comforting.]

I wonder if anything like that has ever happened in this place. People becoming animals.

Perhaps you should ask then. I'm not one to ask such pointless questions.

[He doesn't say much more. After all a butler does not express his opinions often. Milking a pink cow was interesting in the least. He'll continue to wash, scrubbing enough in a way to wash away the cold grim.

Sebastian himself is already dry somehow, no longer smelling of fish, as if he had bathed]

[Ciel hmphs, but doesn't bite the bait. Instead he leans back once Sebastian's down, tipping his head back a little so the soap won't get in his eyes when Sebastian washes his hair.

He had been gentle, back then, when Ciel could not twist or move in order to bathe himself, or his wounds. Idly, Ciel wondered if the habit that had stuck would ever be broken.]

All this place offers is the opportunity to wonder about useless things.

[Fingers thread over Ciel's forehead, leaning him back against the water, with it lacing down against his back to support him, that hand on his forehead whisking water into his hair, massaging at the scalp to clean it fully.

Sebastian had found a means to keep occupied, and even without it, he had Ciel. He was surprised his young master hadn't found something quite yet]

....

[It was rare for him to be this talkative. Ciel's eyes opened halfway, watching the face above his. In truth, he had a hobby, but it was a dangerous one.

People-watching. Stuck in one place as he was, he could not get away from anyone he detested, and through the network he could watch everyone constantly. They were his games. Unfortunately, he could not get too involved.]

That... or talk to people.

[It was rare for even Sebastian to be this talkative. Usually he said something or another to tease, but most of the time he was quiet, merely observing his small lord.

He knows he's being watched/stared at, not minding in the least as he shields Ciel's eyes for a moment with his gloved hand, rinsing out his hair. There wasn't much point in staring anything you wouldn't remember as was the common cost of this place]

It's unfortunate that your business skills are becoming lax.

[Ciel's eyes drift closed as Sebastian rinses away the suds, and he breathes slowly out, permitting himself to relax for a moment before he stands up in the tub with a rush of water, holding out his arms for the towel.]

As for that... I have a few ideas. All it will take is a bit of maneuvering.

[Sebastian picks up the warm towel and slides it over his shoulders, rubbing at them lightly with a tilt of his head.]

A new game, Ciel?

Depending on how it goes, I may yet have one.

[Extending a spiderweb all through the town, bringing morsels ever closer.]

Edited 2010-04-09 00:23 (UTC)

[He's quick to fetch Ciel's night wear, that long overly drawn out shirt that fitted as the norm for his society. He smiles soundly, licking at the edge of his serrated teeth hidden behind his devilish lips]

I see.

[He lifts his arms to let the shirt tumble down over him, and reach up to ruffle his wet hair back from his face.]

I don't think I'll dress for supper tonight. It's just the two of us.

[He's so good, the fish is already cooking. Don't ask how, but he started it. He pulls it down a little, buttoning it up]

Then I will make sure no one else is allowed entrance tonight.

[Awww, make him sound like an antisocial hermit. But he'll just give a low sound of agreement and hold still.]

[He finishes up, sliding out a fresh eye patch, holding the edge of it between his teeth as he goes about ruffling Ciel's hair with the towel, drying it and combing it through, then brushing it, setting the eye patch into place]

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