[Ciel's in his night-things, sitting in a high-backed chair, and the smirk on his lips is particularly nasty tonight. The eyepatch is back in place, and his posture is abysmal, the back of his hand propping up his chin.
The smirk on his lips is particularly nasty tonight.]How pathetic... give a soul a reason to distrust, and everything, even
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[Here's your perfect example of blind complete trust. So long as Ciel never turned on him, never outright hurt or experimented on him, Finny would be loyal]
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He tilts his head, like a puppy or over curious child, as Ciel steps over. He's looks so small, now Finny's worried his young master isn't eating right.
Though that goes out of his mind the moment he gets the head pat, even going so far as to angle his head a little for Ciel's ease, heh'ing happily]
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You should plant the seeds we found last week.
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Yes, Young Master! Would Young Master like to go outside? There should be flowers blooming! Still..
[Like a dog with a bone but if Ciel declines, Finny'll drop it]
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Ask me again later.
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