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[moonlghtshadow]

Characters: moonlghtshadow & rowdy-count
Location: Casualty Communal :: Sixth Floor, Room K
Rating: PG
Time: September 23, Mid Day
Description: Sebastian FINALLY meets up with Ciel who, just so happens, to be sick.

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[rowdy_count]

Ciel was bundled under the many blankets, propped up by more than enough plush pillows. It was safe to say, the young Earl looked positively lost in his humble bed. Grumbling, a snarl that left his lips was masked with the bunged up sound coming from his poor chest. Crackling as he inhaled and rolled over to slip his head between two of the grand pillows.

"You're late, Sebastian." What a brat he was, here his butler had gone to the effort of looking for him, as well as preparing something hot to eat and drink. It was possibly embarrassment and pride, that was making Ciel hide his face as he was doing, that or he didn't want to look upon Sebastian incase he crumbled from seeing that familiar face.

[moonlghtshadow]

"..." ah, It's a relief to know that Ciel hadn't, at all, changed, despite the unexpected foray into Death City. He smiled, plainly, and took a step backward to bow. "I apologize, Young Master, for my delayed arrival." It hadn't been Sebastian's fault, but his, obviously, irate Master didn't care. He had pledged to serve and protect him, after all, .. alternate universe or not.

He moved several blankets, and pillows, aside to make room for a small tray table. Setting it over Ciel's lap, Sebastian moved, not only the meal, but the tea onto it. He smirked, and held out a pair of utensils to Ciel, whilst adding, "I think that it would be wise to preserve what is left of your voice, Young Master, .." Ie, Hush.

[rowdy_count]

The moment Sebastian set the tray upon his lap, and the warmth from it sank it heat down to warm his small, fragile, cold bones, like some kind of gentle sun beam falling to melt a heavy snow with its warming kiss. Ciel pushed the pillows aside from his face, in a far less than graceful motion. Hair sticking up in places, his eye patch laying wrinkled beside him between all the mass of blankets and pillows

[moonlghtshadow]

as Ciel took in the sweet aroma of the delectable spread set before him, Sebastian took to clearing the bed of any, and all, excess pillow. Stripping each pillow of its case, Sebastian, then, put them aside for, later, cleaning. He couldn't let the germs spread any further as that would only prevent his Master from recuperating. He recovered the eye patch and, smoothing it out, Sebastian returned it to the nearby nightstand,

.. a ❛stray❜ glance catching sight of the horrible tremor that wrecked havoc on Ciel. He hid a smirk. Reverse Psychology. Humans weren't all that hard to manipulate. Sebastian had known that Ciel would disobey that request, if only to try and exert some control over the situation.

"tsk tsk tsk." Sebastian cooed whilst fronting a knowing smile. But it faded, promptly, as the cup slid from Ciel's grasp. He acted quickly and, capturing the scalding liquid with one hand, using another, unseen, cup, Sebastian, then, offered it back to Ciel. ".. you do want to get better, Young Master, do you not?"