♚ rl | willow, sebastian.

[indebts]

[Ciel isn't excited, as such, nor eager, because those are childish and lead to rashness, but he is looking forward to this meeting. Out of the deals he's already struck on the community, this is by far his favourite; getting his hands on future technology. Nothing useless, nothing irrelevant to him, but gaming technology, and whether he can have

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[guiltapalooza]

[Ciel's efforts to make things impeccable were lost on Willow, because as it was, she was excited to go to another world by default. Armed with a messenger bag slung crosswise across her body, an untouched GameBoy and copy of Pokemon Blue inside, she kept one hand on her bag and the other at her chest in an unconscious expression of how overwhelmed she was.

Sure, she'd put on a long skirt in case she had to curtsy, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that. She'd likely fall over.]

This is amazing! [she fairly squeaks, eyes wide. Then she focuses on Ciel more, and it turns into nothing short of a beaming smile.] My poor American brain almost can't handle it. And you, I didn't know you were so cute! You should've warned me!

[indebts]

[He's smug and confident with it all - he'd expected this sort of reaction, even if he hasn't visited other worlds himself - and he listens to her amazement half-heartedly until he hears the word cute and almost stumbles. He wasn't even wearing anything that- only Lizzy ever- he hadn't been expecting that at all and he twitches reflexively and he's not cute, damn it-

But he manages not to choke and clears his throat calmly. He shoots a look at Sebastian and preemptively snaps,] Tais-toi, Sebastian. [Shut up.]

Miss Rosenberg. [He smiles again and wills away the blush that he can feel.] It's nice to meet you in person. I trust that everything is to your liking? I'm afraid that I'm not sure how to accommodate a modern-day American, but I hope that the mansion meets your expectations.

[raises_shotas]

[Sebastian manages to cover his smug and amused reaction to Willow's words, playing the impeccable butler in the presence of a guest. He bows his head to the command, knowing its true meaning, and moves towards Willow.]

I have prepared the parlour for your meeting, Miss Rosenberg, if you will follow me. There is tea and scones there for your refreshment. Shall I take your bag?

[guiltapalooza]

Expectations way exceeded, [she says effusively, grinning at Ciel's blush. She diplomatically ignores the words she can't understand.] Tea and scones! I love tea and scones! Or I think I'd like the scones, Giles always grumbles that there aren't any and I like the rest of the tea experience.

--Oh, um, you can take it if you want. Just be careful, it's like a small TV in there and if you knock it around it'll go kablooey. [Willow lifts her bag off her shoulder and offers it out, still a little too overwhelmed to speak completely coherently.]