alternate universe | kuroshitsuji
It was mid-afternoon when Sebastian started ready for the night's guests. His Young Master would be entertaining a group of various toy company executives, all affiliates to the Phantom Company. It required the usual excellent Phantomhive hospitality, and Sebastian was not sparing any effort to prepare the house to pristine perfection. The silverware and dish sets, the garden, and the food was all being prepped for the night, and he had specifically given orders to the other four not to botch their respective jobs up-- they wouldn't want a repeat of past incidents, after all. This dinner was, after all, important to the Young Master for securing a company deal he'd been working towards for a long time now. It was imperative that the dinner went well.
But of course-- he should have expected something like this to happen. It always happened. Always. He should simply kick those three servants out of the mansion whenever something of utmost importance needed to be done, so for once, perhaps, things could be done without a crisis occurring.
But for now, he had to take care of this crisis. The butler let his steely gaze roam all over the blackened walls of the kitchen, briefly landing on the food on the counter that had been ready to cook...as well as the geese that had been basted. All of it was blown to bits now. And it was all because of a certain chef-- if his cooking methods even qualified him to be called such a thing.
"Pip," he called, a frigid smile on his face. "What is the meaning of all this?"
But of course-- he should have expected something like this to happen. It always happened. Always. He should simply kick those three servants out of the mansion whenever something of utmost importance needed to be done, so for once, perhaps, things could be done without a crisis occurring.
But for now, he had to take care of this crisis. The butler let his steely gaze roam all over the blackened walls of the kitchen, briefly landing on the food on the counter that had been ready to cook...as well as the geese that had been basted. All of it was blown to bits now. And it was all because of a certain chef-- if his cooking methods even qualified him to be called such a thing.
"Pip," he called, a frigid smile on his face. "What is the meaning of all this?"