If only I could have a puppy I'd call myself so very lucky
WHO: Grell Sutcliff {chainsaw_juliet } & Puppy Ciel Phantomhive {queens_guarddog }
WHAT: Fetching the young Earl and treating him to some good old Reaper hospitality.
WHERE: Docks and then the Townhouse.
WHEN: Shortly after this
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Grell pouted at his journal. He really didn't want to fetch the 'lordling' but he felt the press of obligation against his conscience. Glancing at the staircase, he knew not to disturb Madam when she was trying to recover from a slight cold. And he knew better than to mess with the mortal Sebastian inexplicably served. He heaved sigh.
"Knox leave William alone!" The Reaper tossed a cushion at the excited hound dancing forward and back, its tail wagging eagerly despite the very very unimpressed expression the cat gave it. "Come on you silly mutt, we need to fetch a puppy." The hound perked, bounding over to him as Grell slipped on a coat and took an umbrella out of the stand.
Down the winding streets, closer and closer to the sea he strode as his canine companion followed faithfully at his side. Out of the Housing District and towards the Docks, the houses melting away to reveal the long expanse of sand and the curving Boardwalk before even that gave way to the sea and the ships held at port.
There stood the little Earl.
"Why hello~" Grell greeted with a wide, sharp smile as he held the umbrella over Ciel. "Little Earl, this is Knox. Knox, this is the puppy." The massive hound sniffed the boy's hand and circled him curiously before sitting obediently by Grell's leg.
WHAT: Fetching the young Earl and treating him to some good old Reaper hospitality.
WHERE: Docks and then the Townhouse.
WHEN: Shortly after this
*~*~*
Grell pouted at his journal. He really didn't want to fetch the 'lordling' but he felt the press of obligation against his conscience. Glancing at the staircase, he knew not to disturb Madam when she was trying to recover from a slight cold. And he knew better than to mess with the mortal Sebastian inexplicably served. He heaved sigh.
"Knox leave William alone!" The Reaper tossed a cushion at the excited hound dancing forward and back, its tail wagging eagerly despite the very very unimpressed expression the cat gave it. "Come on you silly mutt, we need to fetch a puppy." The hound perked, bounding over to him as Grell slipped on a coat and took an umbrella out of the stand.
Down the winding streets, closer and closer to the sea he strode as his canine companion followed faithfully at his side. Out of the Housing District and towards the Docks, the houses melting away to reveal the long expanse of sand and the curving Boardwalk before even that gave way to the sea and the ships held at port.
There stood the little Earl.
"Why hello~" Grell greeted with a wide, sharp smile as he held the umbrella over Ciel. "Little Earl, this is Knox. Knox, this is the puppy." The massive hound sniffed the boy's hand and circled him curiously before sitting obediently by Grell's leg.
