if you're going to invite yourself in
Characters: Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis, and Yuuko Ichihara, with NPCs Elizabeth Middleford, Bard, Finny, and Maylene!
Content: A certain lady wish-granter decides to pay a certain demon butler a visit. It just so happens that this visit occurs at a certain manor that is the home of a certain earl shota, on the exact in which a certain cute fiancee is also visiting. A party ensues!
Setting: The noble Phantomhive mansion in Bellcius.
Time: Sometime in early March, or some such backdated time.
Warnings: It's these three. With servant-trio and Lizzie. You've been warned.
It had been several months since the essential disbanding of the Fiertia, and the end of Sebastian's reconnaissance job on it. Naturally, he had returned to the Phantomhive mansion in Bellcius after the event to resume his usual duties as Ciel Phantomhive's butler. It wouldn't do, after all, to keep away from his Young Master any longer-- the poor boy was probably subsisting on tea, crumpets, and cookies at this rate, and trying to put up with the servant trio's bumbling messes since his departure.
His guess hadn't been so far off the mark. Sebastian set to fixing things around the manor, as only a capable butler such as he was able to do, and not shortly after his return, things were back to normal at the Phantomhive mansion.
He hadn't left the Fiertia without extending a certain invitation of visit to one of his old friends, however. But by the time said friend came around, it'd left his mind; at the moment, he was preoccupied with making up the parlor room to perfection in preparation for Ciel's fiancee's visit, the earl's overly-cheerful and 'cute'-conscious cousin and fiancee.
Sebastian suddenly paused from his work, glancing up and staring at the ceiling for a moment. His lips twitched ever so slightly, as if he was trying to stop himself from laughing, until finally he had a full blown smirk on his face.
A very familiar perfume was wafting in the air. It seemed as though today would be the day his invitation would be taken up. How disappointing that she had decided to greet someone else before him, though. Ah, well, it could not be helped. He had best prepare the tea now while she was busy.
Content: A certain lady wish-granter decides to pay a certain demon butler a visit. It just so happens that this visit occurs at a certain manor that is the home of a certain earl shota, on the exact in which a certain cute fiancee is also visiting. A party ensues!
Setting: The noble Phantomhive mansion in Bellcius.
Time: Sometime in early March, or some such backdated time.
Warnings: It's these three. With servant-trio and Lizzie. You've been warned.
It had been several months since the essential disbanding of the Fiertia, and the end of Sebastian's reconnaissance job on it. Naturally, he had returned to the Phantomhive mansion in Bellcius after the event to resume his usual duties as Ciel Phantomhive's butler. It wouldn't do, after all, to keep away from his Young Master any longer-- the poor boy was probably subsisting on tea, crumpets, and cookies at this rate, and trying to put up with the servant trio's bumbling messes since his departure.
His guess hadn't been so far off the mark. Sebastian set to fixing things around the manor, as only a capable butler such as he was able to do, and not shortly after his return, things were back to normal at the Phantomhive mansion.
He hadn't left the Fiertia without extending a certain invitation of visit to one of his old friends, however. But by the time said friend came around, it'd left his mind; at the moment, he was preoccupied with making up the parlor room to perfection in preparation for Ciel's fiancee's visit, the earl's overly-cheerful and 'cute'-conscious cousin and fiancee.
Sebastian suddenly paused from his work, glancing up and staring at the ceiling for a moment. His lips twitched ever so slightly, as if he was trying to stop himself from laughing, until finally he had a full blown smirk on his face.
A very familiar perfume was wafting in the air. It seemed as though today would be the day his invitation would be taken up. How disappointing that she had decided to greet someone else before him, though. Ah, well, it could not be helped. He had best prepare the tea now while she was busy.