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[hisbutler_bound]

Who: Sebastian(hisbutler_bound), Ciel Phantomhive(needsmorecake) & Open to Grell Sutcliff(fabulousinred)
When: Shortly after the end of this
Where: Out in the streets, Death City
Summary: Sebastian offers to take Ciel out zombie hunting to 'test his master' aka, tease him. Ciel's jealousy is more eagared to comply.
Rating: PG13 for zombie killing.
Warnings: None so far.

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[needsmorecake]

He didn't need to hold on much, as Sebastian held onto him. He could have been squirming around, and the demon wouldn't have let him fall from his grasp. But when they landed, and he was set down, the boy glanced around. How oculd he not.

For the moment, there were none of these 'zombies' roaming around. Though if you listened close enough, you could hear them a block or so away. Wherever they were. To be honest, he had no idea what was to happen next. Sebastian would know, right?

"Mmn..."

[hisbutler_bound]

He smiled that false smile, his hands moving down towards his sides when he arose into stand behind his young master. His eyes were training over the area for any signs of the demons or the zombies. His eyes casted and started to glow in excitement, fingers pinching near the tips in the air.

Something about being a weapon made things different. He was far more hungry than the was use to. It was his test after all, otherwise he might have waited for orders.

[needsmorecake]

With lips pressing hard together, the boy watched. Watched Sebastian search the area with his eyes alone, watched him shift as if impatient for something.

The Earl had no idea how to go about using Sebastian beyond giving simple orders... So he did just that. If Sebastian wanted to correct him, he could go for it.

"I want four heads rolling." He murmured, glancing in the direction he could hear the beasts coming from. "For starters." He wanted to test the waters. How many were there, anyway?

[hisbutler_bound]

His eyes slide sideways towards Ciel, watching his words along with his order and he nods, his arm extending lightly and he moves towards Ciel, forebording and in a tease. He was hoping he was disturbing the boy by the closeness, but he suddenly shifted, his hand slipping downwards to grip along his wrist and hand.

His arm and torso disappeared into a long blade, the blackened ash blade forming stealthy and smooth, the rest of him aligning into a long handle. The end of him formed into a long black feather on a chain. He had positioned himself over Ciel for a reason and gripped him, hoping to be caught.

"Yes, my lord."