Parfaaaaaaait.
Characters: wherzmabuter AND EVERYONE EVER. B|
Location: The Plaza~
Time: Early Evening.
Style: Third, first, w/e <3
Status: OPEN LIKE THE WAY TO MY HEART.
"...What in the bloody Hell..."
So this overly dressed thirteen year old kid from the late 1800's enters the fishbowl... And he says 'boy, are my arms tired'? ... No.
Back up a couple steps here... Last he knew, he was with Sebastian in the carriage... They were heading back to the manor for some tea and a parfait. And that... wretched opium case had been going on. The boy managed to push himself into a sitting position, one hand rising to check the positioning of his--very wet--eyepatch.
... Wait, he was waterlogged? The boy looked down at his very drenched self and grumbled. "Well this is bloody terrific... Sebastian, I need a set of dry clothes... and a towel." The boy stood, removing the thick cloak he had been wearing. , tucking it over one arm. "This is hardly becoming of the Phantomhive butler, you know..."
Klack.
... Hm? The child's eye fell to the thing that hit the ground. ... Was that a starfish... thing? Excuse him, he's thinking about how childish this all is. And we're thinking how ironic that is coming from A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD, CIEL. "... Okay, this joke is over. Sebastian, let us be on our way." ... Wait... Not... Not a damn word from the snarky butler.
"...Sebastian...?"
As Ciel glanced around, it became horribly obvious that he 'wasn't in Kansas anymore' so to speak. His tone grew a little more angry, a little more brash. "This is an ORDER, Sebastian. Find me. NOW."
The boy's fist clenched. Fantastic. He was wet, hungry, alone, and completely lost...
Location: The Plaza~
Time: Early Evening.
Style: Third, first, w/e <3
Status: OPEN LIKE THE WAY TO MY HEART.
"...What in the bloody Hell..."
So this overly dressed thirteen year old kid from the late 1800's enters the fishbowl... And he says 'boy, are my arms tired'? ... No.
Back up a couple steps here... Last he knew, he was with Sebastian in the carriage... They were heading back to the manor for some tea and a parfait. And that... wretched opium case had been going on. The boy managed to push himself into a sitting position, one hand rising to check the positioning of his--very wet--eyepatch.
... Wait, he was waterlogged? The boy looked down at his very drenched self and grumbled. "Well this is bloody terrific... Sebastian, I need a set of dry clothes... and a towel." The boy stood, removing the thick cloak he had been wearing. , tucking it over one arm. "This is hardly becoming of the Phantomhive butler, you know..."
Klack.
... Hm? The child's eye fell to the thing that hit the ground. ... Was that a starfish... thing? Excuse him, he's thinking about how childish this all is. And we're thinking how ironic that is coming from A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD, CIEL. "... Okay, this joke is over. Sebastian, let us be on our way." ... Wait... Not... Not a damn word from the snarky butler.
"...Sebastian...?"
As Ciel glanced around, it became horribly obvious that he 'wasn't in Kansas anymore' so to speak. His tone grew a little more angry, a little more brash. "This is an ORDER, Sebastian. Find me. NOW."
The boy's fist clenched. Fantastic. He was wet, hungry, alone, and completely lost...