What have you done now!

[no_souls_here]

WHO: Ciel, Grell, Luke/Luke's Cheagle, Ilforte Granz; CLOSED
LOCATION: The Kitchens
WEEK: 61
TIME: Midday
WHAT:  Sebastian has left unfinished business and Ciel is left to his own devices in his absence. He's gone to the kitchens to fulfill Grell's request while simultaneously trying to babysit a Cheagle.
RATING: F for Frickin' Hilarious. Probably

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Having kicked down Sebastian's door earlier, he couldn't find the damn demon anywhere. Hands on his hips with his robes slinking down near his elbows, he had sensed his disappearance. Huffing a little, his body slinking along the hallways in a huffy manner. He better not have skimped out on their date. Okay, so maybe he wasn't going to be a date, but it was important and at this rate Grell was falling far from grace and wasn't going to be as civil as a lady as he should be.

Figuring he may as well get a snack for being so good, his fingers flipped his hair over his shoulder, heading inside the kitchen with a startled blink, fingers curling in the air, "Ciel Phantomhive?"

[not_a_dreck]

And this day couldn't have come any faster. With Mulan discovering Luke's hidden pile of homework she had used her annoying powers of big sister persuasion to get him touching books again. The week had been horrible! So of course the one day he actually said he'd be doing work... he wouldn't be doing anything at all.

Stopping a bit away from the kitchen door he grabs Mieu mid float and holds him in front of his face. "Now remember Thing. No sneaking off when the kid isn't looking. You are to stay with him for a whole night. Got it?" He said sternly giving the creature a look until his blue ears drooped and he let out a soft: "Mieuuu..."

"Good." With that the redhead let the rodent float back onto his shoulder and stepped into the kitchen. Granted there was nothing particularly unusual about the scene before, yet somehow these two looked completely out of place in this room. "Uh..."

[no_souls_here]

Just puttin away the red food coloring, Ciel was alerted by the scraping of feet along the floor. Swiftly, he closed the cupboard so know one would be the wiser of his first baking faux pas. Red velvet cake, apparently had no need of red dye to give it that signature color.

Ciel Phantomhive? The hair on the back of the boy's neck stood up. WAS THAT?. Why yes, "Grell". Ciel returned the greeting without turning towards the man until he had assumed the appropriate indifferent expression.

The moments seem to pass in slow motion, as both seemed to be silently assessing the situation. The earl was thankful for the distraction when Luke appeared. Half-smiling towards the other boy he extended a greeting, "Good afternoon, Luke. I assume this is the cheagle that requires babysitting?".

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Blinking at the scent in the air and the oven preheating, he stared dumbfoundedly at Ciel. Are you baking?! He so wanted to asked, but another brat entered before he had the chance. His fingers fisted a little in front of him, twitching a little. So Sebastian really wasn't going to be the one to bake the cake?

Could Ciel even bake? Didn't Sebastian do everything for him?! He whined absently, turning around greet the other with a tiny wave, "Hello, Luke. A cheagle?" And now Ciel was going to babysit? Maybe he had the brat figured all wrong.