Feb 10, 2011 21:44
[This entry starts with a gunshot.]
Tch.
[Ciel squares his stance and cocks his pistol again. The weapon itself is quite old looking but, for the earl, it is considered "new technology". Then again, a pistol is a pistol. Ciel is proud of his fine example of Victorian weaponry.
After he takes aim, he fires at his target - a straw-filled "man" - once more. The figure absorbs the blow as best as it can, but one of its arms is blown clean off. A small, cruel smirk curls Ciel's lips at the sight.]
Opps.
[Reaching down, he picks up his recording device.]
Sebastian, have I missed anything? [For once, Ciel sounds...content. This is probably as close to cheerful as he will ever get.] I would like some hot tea when I come inside. Preferably with lemon.
[He stows his pistol away and strides towards the target.]
Hm. [Nudging it with his toe, he cocks his head.] I want this repaired as well.
such a cruel master,
opps he lost an arm,
target practice,
making sebastian work