hisbutler_bound | Nevermore Tasks 005

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Nevermore Tasks 005

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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I told you to stay away from the lake. It would've been better had you stayed on the rock.

[He's exiting now, carrying that fish, along with a couple others, slicking his hair back over his scalp. It'll slide down in a drape soon enough]

[Ciel rolls his eye, waiting on the edge of the lake with soaked stockings, refusing to shiver.]

You're soaked and you smell like fish. You'll have to dry off before we go back.

Yes, I suppose I will have to. [He slides his gloves down more over his hands, producing a string from his pocket and ties the tails of the fish together, then bundles them]

Do forgive me for the offensive smell. [He cuts a glance back at the water, suddenly moving, arm snatching Ciel up against his bare arm but is sure not to press him against him, just narrowly avoiding a heavy tentacle slamming against the ground]

Ah, but I cannot play with you today while my young master is here.

[Ciel's eyes went wide at the sudden rescue, but he quickly relaxed, frowning after the tentacle, eye slitted against the massive misting of freezing water, and the drops that left his hair dripping into his face.]

...

[Out of reach, with Ciel tucked under his arm like a football, his eyes look back over his shoulder to watch the giant suckers take the grass from underneath it as it slides back into the water. The massive spots on his own body from the mere suction against his clothes are hidden on his body, already healing.]

I really must find some way to keep you warm more often.

[Ugh. Having an arm wrapped like an iron band around his middle is not a comfortable way to be picked up.]

Shut up and hold me properly.

[He sets him down on the ground again, but immediately picks him up to hold him properly like ordered, head tilting]

Yes, my lord.

[And Sebastian's still soaked. Gragh. Well, Ciel's going to need a hot bath after all of this, won't he.]

... soaked anyway.

[And he'll stretch out one leg and shake the water off like a kitten.]

[He bends a little to pick up his long jacket, it being the only thing that is still dry and sets it over Ciel in his arms.]

Yes, I suppose. No matter. A bath will be prepared for you.

[He looks down at his leg briefly, reminding of a kitten. A faint smirk reaches his lips]

[Even wet and dripping, he'll settle down under that coat, tugging it around him. Sebastian's warm even wet like this. He catches the smirk and gives Sebastian a frown tinged with the edge of his own twist of lips.]

What's so funny?

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[He tries not to smile any wider, watching Ciel for any more of this kind of kitten like behavior. He leans his head down a little to observe]

You, Ciel, and your shaking leg.

[Nothing, but he will wipe his nose off with one curled finger and shake his hand off as well, followed by a tiny sneeze that he muffles with Sebastian's jacket.

Y'know, just to piss him off.]

Brilliant. Let's get home. Bring the fish, will you?

[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.]

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[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]

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