Closed ⌊Altair, Red & Sebastian → the towering⌉ In Progress
Characters: srsfaceassassin, curry_bread & butler_divinity - Of course, if Ciel so choses, he is more than welcome to catch Sebastian with those .. birds.
Location: Speculum Houses; Phantomhive Estate →Back patio.←
When: After noon.
Style: Third ♥
Status: Closed ~ In Progress ~
If I may trouble you for a bit of your time, I've prepared a meal that I am not entirely sure of, your thoughts would be much appreciated.
Sebastian sent the text above to both Red and Altair, whom both agreed to come for trial of his new creation. He was quite troubled by the sight of it, though it looked much like the picture in the recipe book, it certainly appalled him in-
towering proportions. He pressed his white-gloved fingertips to his temple, if only he could really be a better judge of food by taste, perhaps then he wouldn't have to bother with his favoring attitude. Though the acquaintances he's made were but to his favor, a playmate for Ciel as well as a taste-tester for himself. Altair, well.. there were still so many possibilities unraveling still. He simply could see beneficial things from both his guests, the preparations were nigh complete. All that was left was to bring the food out to his guests, when they arrived.
He told them both to come around the back of the patio -ground level (for Altair's sake)- to the dinner table waiting and set for them. He stood idle by the kitchen's french doors.
Location: Speculum Houses; Phantomhive Estate →Back patio.←
When: After noon.
Style: Third ♥
Status: Closed ~ In Progress ~
If I may trouble you for a bit of your time, I've prepared a meal that I am not entirely sure of, your thoughts would be much appreciated.
Sebastian sent the text above to both Red and Altair, whom both agreed to come for trial of his new creation. He was quite troubled by the sight of it, though it looked much like the picture in the recipe book, it certainly appalled him in-
towering proportions. He pressed his white-gloved fingertips to his temple, if only he could really be a better judge of food by taste, perhaps then he wouldn't have to bother with his favoring attitude. Though the acquaintances he's made were but to his favor, a playmate for Ciel as well as a taste-tester for himself. Altair, well.. there were still so many possibilities unraveling still. He simply could see beneficial things from both his guests, the preparations were nigh complete. All that was left was to bring the food out to his guests, when they arrived.
He told them both to come around the back of the patio -ground level (for Altair's sake)- to the dinner table waiting and set for them. He stood idle by the kitchen's french doors.