[There's no sound from the butler today as he just watches from where he is. Everything you have, he dreadfully wants, though it lacks that need to want it. Jealously rises at every corner, etching another piece into his mind that perhaps he isn't needed. Perhaps he can be free. Perhaps the Phantomhive name isn't worth it. Why does everyone else get to touch his master when that is his and his alone.

Why does everyone else get to touch the Yodares. Jealously is a slightly familiar feeling, and yet usually it's not a strong one for the demon. Yet he stares, unmoving towards a certain direction. He waits for his beloved, knowing she's cozying up to some warp lap at the moment. Fingers curl tightly as he stands there.

He meant to say something, but he decides not to. They don't deserve his words. Why should they be allowed to have her when he has to wait? Every time he sees something, his eyes narrow as if jealous, a little curling hiss leaving his lips]

[ooc: Envy]

[Fingers grip the sheets as he flutters it over the bed, smoothing it down with his hands. Every inch of his young master's room is spotless, along with the hallways and corners. Even the cobwebs have been taken care of. He hums a tune as he exits from the room he was working on and out into the room set as the dinning room. ]

Ah, good evening, Adstringendum. Isn't this the finest looking dinning room you've seen?

[He hums lightly, polishing the silverware even if they aren't the best. He's had to make due with what he can find and still he's able to make it proper for his young master. His chest even seems to be puffed in a manner of a butler. Even the pin on his coat is shining brightly.

He heads next to the dinnering room, gesturing towards the dinner] Young master, I've spared no effort into tonight's meal. Ah, you should see it. The chicken is juicy, the veggetables savory. I know you'll be pleased.

A butler of the Phantomhive name should be able to do as such.


[ooc; Day three! Pride]

[A figure of semi black flashes onto the screen, his hair blotching most of it until the body shifts an arm to rest over his head. His usual tail coat is a makeshift pillow, situated under his head. The PCD slips from the pocket, tumbling side ways to reveal Adstring's resident demon butler to be out of sorts in appearance. His hair is messy along with the rest of him. Anyone with a good eye will notice that the couch underneath is well flatted as if he's been laying there all morning.

There's a white bundle on the flat of his creamy skinned stomach and anyone that knows Alphonse knows that the kitty in question is none other than Kitty herself all curled and up resting there just as content as Sebastian himself. He can't be bothered to pet her right now. Even with Ciel's allergies, he can't be bothered to move and go lay outside with her. It is snowing. Still, he could at least move to his room, but he doesn't want to. Maybe later.

The dishes have not been done. The house has not been clean. His young master has not been woken from his slumber. Nothing has been done. Well into the afternoon already, he doesn't move, nor tend to his duties.]

Nn.

[ooc; It's Monday >:D. So that means Sloth. Plain and simple.]

[The butler hasn't been seen in a while, keeping rather close to Ciel as of late, though he's started to wander away again, sorta amused by his own foolishness. He's start to reminisce on old memories, petting the Yodare in his hand. One hand holds a large chunk of meat, letting the young kitten tear and shread.]

It's rather bright today, isn't it? Yes, it was certainly a perfect day to start construction on east side of the manor. [He looks up towards the bright sun, tilting his head as his arm crooks under the kitten to hold it and the meat at the same time, shielding his eyes from the sun]

Mm, it'll be warm today. Perhaps a picnic, or something else of the variety. Does anyone have anything interesting to do today? I suppose I could go fishing while it's warm to stock up on fish. Or collect more eggs.

[He closes one eye at the bright glare] Far too bright.

[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...

[Sebastian's getting rather bored with nothing to do and no progression. A table appears into view with the butler's hands at the main point of focus. He's near the lake within the grass where a good picnic spot under a tree is located. He sets down a few fabricated glass dishes. In one he cracks a few eggs and starts to whisk them, waiting until the foam. It took him a couple of hours to obtain them. Omelet chickens alone were hard to find and more than half the time he didn't get regular eggs, but omelet eggs themselves.

Picking up two canisters he sets the smaller one in the middle of the big one, and then pours in the foam, adding sugar to it as he whisks it slowly until it starts to stiffin. In goes the strawberry milk from one Pinky the cow and then the lid is sealed. Ice and salt are added to the outside area around the smaller can and again it's sealed.

His tongue sweeps out, slowly licking over his bottom lip as he turns the can and slowly rolls it back. Those crimson eyes focus on the can alone, waiting for the insides to churn slowly. Delicately the canister sweeps over his hands, along his fingers, his wrists and his gloved knuckles. Only when he sets it back down does he open it, revealing the pink strawberry icecream within.

Picking up a spoon, he dips it inside, scooping a little to bring it up to his soft lips, capturing the taste and sliding the spoon out clean]

Mm. Sweet and just right.

[His red tongue again curls at the edge of his lip, licking a little. A perfect treat for semi cloudy august afternoon. Just what souls will he attract to such a treat he wonders. Who is willing?]

Good evening. [The usual time for his announcements. He's in a room of the Phantomhive lobby where the outside view doesn't give anything away of its location]

My lord, the repairs have been complete, though do forgive me for taking too long. I went though the task of preparing Miss Elizabeth's room as well and it took me a little time to find the necessary supplies. Things aren't as in abundance as they are back home.

M'lady. Miss Elizabeth, I've also taken the liberty of acquiring a few items you may like to decorate your room, [His hand gestures to a few pick items floating around in a pile behind him, along with quite the vibrant color.] but I politely ask that you keep such color to your room alone. There are reasons we must keep ourselves hidden, so please do not disclose our location so readily. This is a request from our young lord.

I shall be there to pick you up shortly. Both my lord and his lady.

But to the rest of you, I must ask, have you made anything interesting as of late?

[With Ciel as a child still and himself quite unleash and uncontracted, he's growing rather restless and bored. It's time to have a little fun. The video feed comes on, deciding to use this little condition to his advantage. His voice is like velvet, silky and undetermined how it reaches one ears.

It's then that he begins to sing, his demon whispering mixing in faintly. Anyone caught within it's sultry words becomes pawns to his suggestion. He chuckles allowing the music to take control]

♫ Put down your arms, my friends. Your arrows, guns and swords. Your resistance to my charm now ends when I belt these power chords~ ♪

Good guys, or bad guys. It doesn't really matter. You are all just slaves to my hypnotic patter. As I regall you with my story you know'll you have no choice, but to do my evil bidding when you hear this booming voice. ♪

I'm the music meister, and everyone just fawns! [Smirk] ♫ And so for me it's destiny to be the miestro of villany. I'm the music meister and I'm here to settle~ the scooooooooore!

[ooc; It's up to you whether or not you become hypnotized while he's singing or not. It'll only last an hour or however long you want it to. You may watch where the song is from if you wish xD. Sebby starts singing where the Music Meister comes in.]

[The butler is quite in a dangerous situation, though he doesn't seem to mine. He's got one Yodare cat in his lap, gnawing on his PCD, in which it flickers on to show the butler surrounded by them, holding one up in the air, his thumb comfortably up and squeezing a paw. The PCD apparently isn't edible and it is left alone]

Just as soft as I thought they would be. [Except his voice fails to translate into something anyone can understand. It's very demonic and seductive. It's almost as if they enjoy the sound of his voice. His demon whispering continues]

There's no need to fear me. No need to shred me. Give in to the pleasure of it.

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.