Demise 08 [Accidental Video Post]

[ahellofabutler]

[Sebastian was a wreck, or so it would seem from the state of his personal study that he allowed no one in without his being there. Books were scattered across the floor and his comfortable arm chair was knocked over, and Sebastian was pacing, back and forth, back and forth. Something was obviously on his mind and he didn't seem in the mood to talk

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[notamageiswear]

Wh-what was...

[Voice]

[ahellofabutler]

What was what, Mr. Springfield.

[He isn't in the mood for games.]

[Voice]

[notamageiswear]

How did you...pick up an entire desk so easily? You must be very strong...!

[Voice]

[ahellofabutler]

I'm merely one hell of a butler, Mr. Springfield. Nothing more, nothing less.

[Voice]

[notamageiswear]

But it's really very impressive. I understand why Ciel chose you for his butler; you seem much more than capable of protecting him.

[He's conveniently dodging asking about the expression on Sebastian's face. If someone is mad enough to throw a desk through a window, they probably don't want to talk about it.]

[Voice]

[ahellofabutler]

Your compliments are very much appreciated, Mr. Springfield. Though I suppose there are times when the young master can be....a handful.

[Voice]

[notamageiswear]

Is that so? He does seem to have a temper sometimes...I'm sure he's not easy to take care of.

[Voice]

[ahellofabutler]

One could say that, Mr. Springfield.

[Voice]

[notamageiswear]

[Have some nervous laughter. S-so serious, Sebastian.]

Ahaha, um, well...I-I'm sure you have a mess to clean up, so I won't keep you...

[Voice]

[ahellofabutler]

Thank you, Mr. Springfield. I appreciate your concern and will see you when the young master needs me to pick up more tea.