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Characters: moonlghtshadow & rowdy-count
Location: Casualty Communal :: Sixth Floor, Room K
Rating: PG
Time: September 23, Mid Day
Description: Sebastian FINALLY meets up with Ciel who, just so happens, to be sick.
Sebastian let out an exasperated sigh. Hadn't this just been a disaster from the start--! Ciel had told him of several Death City residents that had helped him while he, himself, was mia, but they hadn't done all that great a job as he, still, managed to procure an illness. It couldn't be helped, though, and since the damage was already dealt, Sebastian found himself picking up the pieces, as per usual.
He left the kitchen bearing a silver platter with, not only a brew of tea, but a complimentary meal and pastry. Maneuvering through the overcrowded corridor of the Casualty Communal, careful not to spill anything, Sebastian knocked on the door to his Master's abode. "It's me, Young Master." He entered, lock be damned, and moved, quickly, into the bedroom. Setting the platter on a nearby nightstand, Sebastian turned and, lo and behold, his sickly Master. ".. what has Death City done to you, Young Master, .." He trailed off, lips, momentarily, pursing into a smirk as Sebastian poured a cup of the Silver Needle tea for Ciel.
Location: Casualty Communal :: Sixth Floor, Room K
Rating: PG
Time: September 23, Mid Day
Description: Sebastian FINALLY meets up with Ciel who, just so happens, to be sick.
Sebastian let out an exasperated sigh. Hadn't this just been a disaster from the start--! Ciel had told him of several Death City residents that had helped him while he, himself, was mia, but they hadn't done all that great a job as he, still, managed to procure an illness. It couldn't be helped, though, and since the damage was already dealt, Sebastian found himself picking up the pieces, as per usual.
He left the kitchen bearing a silver platter with, not only a brew of tea, but a complimentary meal and pastry. Maneuvering through the overcrowded corridor of the Casualty Communal, careful not to spill anything, Sebastian knocked on the door to his Master's abode. "It's me, Young Master." He entered, lock be damned, and moved, quickly, into the bedroom. Setting the platter on a nearby nightstand, Sebastian turned and, lo and behold, his sickly Master. ".. what has Death City done to you, Young Master, .." He trailed off, lips, momentarily, pursing into a smirk as Sebastian poured a cup of the Silver Needle tea for Ciel.