Parfaits > Everything
Who: Ciel, Finny, Agni, and Akira.
When: December 13th, Evening.
Where: Shotavilla
Summary: Servants arrive, werewolf brings them, Ciel wants parfaits etc.
Warnings: Derping, unwanted hugs, crying from servants :|
When his NV had gone off and he'd heard the panicked voice of none other than Finnian, his helpless gardener, Ciel couldn't help but respond. Even if he were waiting for Sebastian to bring him a parfait, tiny little form wrapped up in a bathrobe, he still did his duty, responding immediately. There was also the matter of the unknown servant's prince that seemed overly distressed with the fact Ciel didn't know his master.
Regardless, it was far too late to worry himself too much. It didn't help that Ciel wasn't in the best of moods to begin with. Tomorrow was to be his thirteenth birthday and the paranoia he had for the date was something he still hadn't been able to rid himself of. Even so, he'd made his way downstairs and into the sitting room where he'd had tea and cakes set out for them while he himself had started eating the parfait he'd been given. With a short order to Sebastian to let them in and direct them to the sitting room, he relaxed and waited for the oncoming storm.
Things were going to get loud and, judging by the inability of either servant for keeping their emotions in check, wet.
When: December 13th, Evening.
Where: Shotavilla
Summary: Servants arrive, werewolf brings them, Ciel wants parfaits etc.
Warnings: Derping, unwanted hugs, crying from servants :|
When his NV had gone off and he'd heard the panicked voice of none other than Finnian, his helpless gardener, Ciel couldn't help but respond. Even if he were waiting for Sebastian to bring him a parfait, tiny little form wrapped up in a bathrobe, he still did his duty, responding immediately. There was also the matter of the unknown servant's prince that seemed overly distressed with the fact Ciel didn't know his master.
Regardless, it was far too late to worry himself too much. It didn't help that Ciel wasn't in the best of moods to begin with. Tomorrow was to be his thirteenth birthday and the paranoia he had for the date was something he still hadn't been able to rid himself of. Even so, he'd made his way downstairs and into the sitting room where he'd had tea and cakes set out for them while he himself had started eating the parfait he'd been given. With a short order to Sebastian to let them in and direct them to the sitting room, he relaxed and waited for the oncoming storm.
Things were going to get loud and, judging by the inability of either servant for keeping their emotions in check, wet.