hisbutler_bound | Nevermore Tasks 007

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Nevermore Tasks 007

Good morning, Astringendum, [It's early in the morning, around seven-thirty a.m. Sebastian's already up, even though he never went to sleep.]

Mister Alphonse Elric, I trust you fare well. Are preparations in order? I am inclined to offer any help I can to set up your upcoming party.

Finnian! I do hope you aren't sleeping in. Duties began an hour ago. Please be careful, but I am asking you to set the dinning table for breakfast. I will join you shortly after rousing our young lord.

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[Sebastian was relieved to know that this was the Finnian the remembered what weeds looked like and what wasn't a weed. Beckoning with a hand, he ushered Finnian to follow into the kitchen, where he would prepare breakfast for his lord, and something of the egg variety for Finnian. ]

Polish the silverware. Over there.

[He'd follow Sebastian into the kitchen faithfully, saluting when he's told to polish the silverware]

Yes, Mister Sebastian!

[He'll sit himself down with the silverware to begin polishing happily... tongue out a little as he concentrates not to polish too vigorously... don't need bent silverware]

[Such sutle memories. He'd blame his master for them later. Finnian had been so useless upon welcoming him into the manor, but it had been Ciel's order, and he had carried out faithfully in teaching him almost everything.

Simmer and boil shortly after, add butter, a dish of creme to the side, a few onions, and spices. Mix and stir, turn the heat down low and let it steam. ]

Good.

She'd like the extra petting, probably. She's a love-sponge like that, and she always did like you.

[Probably bribery with treats and chinscratches. Hmph.]

If you like.

Then I would be more than delighted to have her grace my presence.

[Sebastian can provide that and more. Ciel doesn't know it yet, but he's so growing catnip in his back yard. It makes a good tea after all]

I would like to.

I assure you, you are beyond reproach. It is surprising, and certainly encouraging, to find a gentleman's estate functioning in such a setting. Is the Earl Phantomhive a native of this - this world?

He is not, but as his butler I will do my absolute finest so that such a noble remains perfectly comfortable.

... Okay.

[Al hmn's, and though he doesn't seem happy, he doesn't seem unhappy either. It's like he can't figure Sebastian out.]

[~~Mun is not retarded there is no paper~~~ Ciel settles down in his chair, reaching for the tea and sipping it lazily as he goes over the observed notes. A picnic, happening soon... that would be a good opportunity. So many new arrivals... was this place getting worse? Breaking? Was this the Animus' doing?]

What else have you been up to?

[Sebastian is always one step ahead of Ciel, though at times he does not act upon those urges. Only if it profits in some way for him as well. ]

Observing. Putting Finnian to work. Clearing out a room for him. [Petting Yodares. Antagonizing Alphonse. Attempting to ~~molest~~pet his chat. Talking with a duchess. That last part is in the notes as well.]

Have I offended you again, Mister Alphonse Elric?

No.

[... dammit, don't make him miss you, Sebastian.]

[A slow look, and he goes back to the notes.]

... it doesn't look as though I'm getting out of this public event.

[A slow smile, like he already has something up his sleeve]

I can show up in your stead, though it would be wise to make at least a short public appearance, if you don't wish to stay longer.

Good, I am glad. It would not be my intention to offend you. [At least not to day]

[Ciel's silent as he thinks it over. No, Sebastian alone would not be enough. They are working more as partners, now, though not quite equal. It wouldn't do for Sebastian to make the connections he cannot.

... and it might be a bit of his own childish pride getting to him.]

I'll make an appearance.

[And turn it to his favor. But don't think he doesn't notice that smile, Sebastian.]

I'd prefer it if you were closer to your true nature around me, though.

[So he'll remember why you're a bastard and he can't allow you close, of course.]

[Good boy. Sebastian folds his hands to his side, keeping that smile on his lips, looking over Ciel once more for any imperfections while on his knees before him like a good dog. They are good at hiding things.]

I assume an opportunity will arrise, as you wanted to establish the Phantomhive Company more soundly. [His thumb twitch, as if smooshing a paw] Ah, and he has an adorable cat.

Unfortunately, my master does not permit me of that. Besides, I am merely one hell of a butler, Mister Elric.

I know exactly what you are.

[There was a note of bitterness there. No, Sebastian. He doesn't trust you, and won't.]

I am quite aware of it, Alphonse.

[He notes the bitterness, eyes peeling over to something a little more sinister. He wants to know why. Why did he favor this one before?]

[They were asking for food contributions. This would be an excellent chance... but not seem too out of his way.

Ciel's eye flicks to the side, however, staring distastefully at Sebastian.]

It's not having kittens, is it?

...

Good. No misunderstandings, then.

[Al, so vague.]

[He's already made arrangements. He wanted an opportunity and his dog fetched]

No, not that I'm aware of. [He wished. He could hide one in his closet, though he doubted Al would give him one]

Then we are at an agreement. My master will be quite happy. [Or pissed, or simply deadpan]

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