[ninth summoning] ♠ [voice||private] ♠ [that butler, celebrating]

[sinandservitude]

Though it seems that time has no meaning on this world, it would be inappropriate not to recognize that today is your birthday, my lord. Shall I bring up the cake that I prepared?

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[voice\\private]

[queens_guarddog]

Must you?

[He sighs, though. How can he reject cake?]

Very well.

[voice\\private-->action]

[sinandservitude]

Of course I must.

[He turns off the communicator and then heads up to Ciel's study with the cake and tea. When he arrives to the door, he knocks lightly on it three times before he enters.]

[voice\\private-->action]

[queens_guarddog]

Hm.

[Ciel is curled up in his chair, watching the door open with slight interest.]

What kind of cake is it?

[action]

[sinandservitude]

Black forest, Young Master.

[He presents the cake to the birthday boy. It's decorated with a chocolate top hat and an iced in "Happy Birthday" in cursive writing. He cuts a slice with a flourish before serving it to Ciel.]

Happy birthday, Young Master.