Nevermore Tasks 017

[hisbutler_bound]

[Beautiful and soft is the blade as it caresses the flesh, slicing right through the onion. The poor unfortunate chicken -- now that he knows where they usually flock at-- provides an excellent dinner. While he wants to add carrots, his head will tilt, knowing Ciel doesn't approve of them and he decides instead to add something else. He's clicked on the video for a reason after all.]

Good evening Adstringendum. I trust you are well. Ah, if it is not impolite of me to ask... [He'll begin to say, making his tone of voice very soft and inviting] .. I was wondering if anyone had any spare mushrooms to spare. I'm more than willing to trade a few eggs, or perhaps some strawberry milk from our cow. The mushrooms would compliment the garlic and the chicken I'll soon roast.

[The knife moves quite fast, snapping down sharply into the cutting board. Ah, and he should ask Alphonse about his beloved feline. He hopes Kitty is watching.] Alphonse if you could. Mm, it has been a while since I've seen you. Your soft hair. The way your eyes shine. That soft cry when I touch you. So needy in my hands.

[Yes, he's talking about the cat, not Alphonse. Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. Squish. Squelch. The blade stops and he glances down. Strange. When was he so careless. He glances down at his finger impassive at the now three pieces it is in.]

Ah, that hurt...

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[hisbutler_bound]

I'm not sure what has come over me, though it doesn't seem like I am the only one havin little "accidents".

No, certainly not, my young master. Every bit of me and my talented fingers while injured or not is capable of performing my duties.

1/2

[other-sights.livejournal.com]

I believe it's to do with the current event.

Good.

[However, that smirk is still there, though it's hard -- on the one hand, he gets to see Sebastian fail at something. On the other... this means that his butler is less powerful.]

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[other-sights.livejournal.com]

I want to play a new game tonight.

[hisbutler_bound]

A new game? I am all ears, young master.

[other-sights.livejournal.com]

It requires a bit of preparation.

Perhaps... I will see you on your knees.

[hisbutler_bound]

[Sebastian smirks a little. No, this job is not so bad at all.]

On my knees, young master? If you can bring me to them. I'd hate to have you down on all fours, my lord.

[other-sights.livejournal.com]

Presumptuous.

[Also, wrong kind of game. This MIGHT be the reason people get the wrong idea, Sebastian.]

[hisbutler_bound]

[Shh, he's enjoying himself. Though he is imagining Ciel on all fours with a set of cat ears and tail, mewling out of a lost bet]

Not at all. You are my master and everything, including the game is set by you. Every rule. Every outcome. I am guided by your tiny and yet able hands on my ever loyal and used knees.

[other-sights.livejournal.com]

[Someday, share that mental image with him.]

I will look in on the stakes before I place my bet.

Be prepared.

[hisbutler_bound]

[He just might, depending on how malicious he might be at the time, but for now he'll back up so he's in view, device upon the ground. His knee will bend and he'll lower himself, bowing over in complete servitude before him]

I await patiently.