•° entry one || voice

[pragmatisms]

Oh …

That couldn’t have been pleasant for the young master. Who knows what he’s gotten into… He really can’t be left for very long, you see.

[ He sounds genuinely concerned in his aloofness, and yet- ]

What ever will you do…?

[ -The smile is definitely prickling there. ]

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1/?

[lordofchess]

voice.

[pragmatisms]

As you wish ...

Will you need me to relocate you?

voice.

[lordofchess]

Obviously.

voice.

[pragmatisms]

Everything will be ready shortly.

voice.

[lordofchess]

Hn. Good.

voice.

[pragmatisms]

[ ooc; Mini-action log, bb'? ♥ ]

Re: voice.

[lordofchess]

[ ooc; Mmmmhm, that sounds lovely. I have time to kill. 8') ]

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[pragmatisms]

[ Five days. It sounded ludicrous to his ears. Clicking his pocket watch closed, he let quiet contemplation ride the wind. Had he not set out just that morning ... ? Well. It certainly didn't matter now, especially considering he had more pressing matters to attend.]

"Oh dear ... This won't do at all."

[ It was quaint, too quaint, and hardly in keeping with what the young master was used to. At his word, Sebastian was quickly on the move, scouring the city, and preparing a temporary abode for his master's arrival. Entering the home, he marked that it was in relatively decent condition. Certainly not kept, a swipe of his white-gloved fingertip on the kitchen surface confirmed that much, but it would do for now. If the place was abandoned; no harm done. If the residents returned; Sebastian will have done them a favor.

Now, to fetch the master ... ]

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[lordofchess]

[ Oh yes. Five days. For five whole days Ciel had been doing his utmost best to keep his front of unimpressed indifference in place, and for five whole days he had been subject to it's slow fraying around the edges. Had he beed kidnapped? Was this the work of another crazed shinigami? Was he dead? He had quickly ruled out the latter; the rules of the contract forged between Sebastian and himself had been made all too clear. Trapped in a limbo-place he may be, but for the most part, he was alive and well.

Seeing as the entire city seemed abandoned finding shelter hadn't posed much of a difficulty... though for the young master that was so used to being waited on hand and foot, that was where the ease ended. His clothes were crumpled and dirty. His mop of teal hair was matted in places from where he'd slept propped up against brickwork. His stomach was growling and, shock of all horrors, one of his boot laces had come undone.

... And Sebastian thought he could just waltz in and make it all better with a smile and a flutter of the

[ action log ]

[pragmatisms]

[ Finding his master had scarcely been an issue, if ever. Because of that, Sebastian found himself re-evaluating recent events in correlation with his arrival. It hadn't escaped him that despite knowing Ciel was alive, he had been unable to discern exactly where. At the time, it seemed as if he had all but disappeared. -But Sebastian knew better

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[lordofchess]

[ There had been a sharp intake of breath as Ciel's little body jerked forwards, throwing his hands out in front of himself to break the fall that--

To break the fall that never came. Instead of hitting the ground and grazing his palms and knees, he found a pair of solid arms wrapping around him from behind, pulling him back into unsettlingly familiar warmth with a gentle firmness that he had come to view as Sebastian’s signature. Ciel bristled, his visible eye wide and his lips set in a thin line as the demon butler both held and taunted him, serving only to blacken his mood even further. ]

"Hn. Let go of me."

[ Ciel himself didn't move, standing perfectly still even as the seconds slowed into something thicker and they were left standing silently in the street. He had enough embarrassments for one week-- for one day-- and squirming away in a most undignified manner wasn't something he was planning on letting Sebastian have to tease him about. He did, however, tilt his head just a enough as to indulge his butler with a despicably

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[pragmatisms]

[ His arms slid away just as quickly as his smile slid home. Rolling in his master's displeasure but briefly, his warmth was replaced in the next moment with a dark cloak slipping over Ciel's shoulders. He reached around to tie it at his neck, fingertips grazing softly over his throat as he slowly secured a knot. After the last episode, he was far more unwilling to risk him catching a cold. ]

"You've made quite a mess of yourself."

[ It was one responsibility amongst many, but Sebastian took a certain amount of pride in his master's appearance, and it was a crucial component of his daily upkeep. As such, he immediately noticed Ciel's general condition, and was none too surprised to find that he was in dire need of tending. Pitiable smile in place, his fingers moved to his master's hair, separating a tangle with assiduous care.]

"Come. After lunch, I'll prepare a hot bath for you."

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[lordofchess]

[ Ciel sighed with well practiced indifference as Sebastian moved to tie the cloak around his shoulders, quietly appreciating the warmth from deep down inside, where he hoped his butler couldn't reach. Such a closed, hidden little thing he was, but then again he supposed he had to be. It was a cut-throat world -- even more so if you happened to be the head of the Phatomhive family -- and emotion was to be left at the door.

Still. He had to try exceptionally hard to keep his face when the demon's fingertips brushed over his throat, resisting the initial urge to swat at his hand and twitch away. ]

"This is a nice cloak. Not too heavy, yet still warm..."

[ Ignoring him for the second time, Ciel let a somewhat irritable sigh pass his lips as that hand moved up to tease out the tangle, albeit a very, very gentle hand. He shifted his weight to his other foot before nodding shortly, gesturing for Sebastian to lead the way with a wave of his hand. ]

"Alright."