hisbutler_bound | Nevermore Tasks 017

[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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I do believe you have a little red on you.

Edited 2010-09-07 18:22 (UTC)

[He idly glances at his finger, his eyes slitting a little though they return to their normal human irises]

So it seems.

Well, don't panic all at once.

[Not that Tyki really thinks that Sebastian would panic at all, judging by the previous replies. There's the sound of a striking match, and the crinkle of a drag on a freshly-lit cigarette.]

[By now he's stitched it and wrapped it. He'll get it looked at in a little. But then again, probably not]

A butler must remain calm in any situation. Forgive me if I do not panic so easily as most.

[Bah, it was only a flesh wound, wasn't it?]

I was being rhetorical. It's quite refreshing, hearing at least one voice that doesn't panic over something as trivial as a finger.

[A small noise of amusement. Just a flesh wound]

There is far more worth to someone than a mere finger.

Eyes, to start with. Lungs, stomach. Hearts.

[Equally amused. Lalalala, so, how's the weather over there?]

Liver. Tongue. Vocal cords.

[Oh you know. Nice and red with a chance of blood]

Intestines. Spine. My, my. What's for dinner?

[Such lovely weather~]

Roast chicken with garlic and mushrooms.

Sounds appetizing. You wouldn't happen to have room for guests, would you?

If I have any leftovers, perhaps I can serve you some as I make everything fresh for my young lord daily.

I can't say that roast chicken doesn't sound appetizing. Who am I to deny such generosity?

[In quite a unique parallel to his white life. Doesn't the request for leftovers sound familiar, Sebastian?]

[Sudden bright smile. The butler sees all, hears all and knows all. ~~Okay canonly he does or knows more than most but that would be godmoding so he doesn't reallyDX~~]

Oh? I suppose. [While does sound familiar. The voice is slightly different. More refined.]

[~~Allow me to direct you to the bottom of this here essay (http://community.livejournal.com/musethings/15144.html) |D~~] Although, I am rather curious to know if it's customary to include pieces of the chef with the meal. [The finger had been in parts, after all.]

~~[Done and done. o7]~~ No, not normally. It is not often that I slip up. A new set of vegetables will have to be prepared.

Edited 2010-09-09 04:11 (UTC)

I would certainly hope so. Most people frown down upon cannibalism~

I've certainly never known any myself that approve. [It's one giant lie]

Oh, and pardon my manners. My name is Sebastian. Where shall I bring you your meal, sir?

Should any really exist, I'm sure there are few and far in-between.

Tyki. [He sounds amused at this.] My, my, shouldn't you consider getting your finger attended to, first? Or, at the very least, feeding your lord?

You do have a point. First my finger, then I'll tend to my lord, and I'll bring what pieces of chicken I have left to you.

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