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[no_souls_here]

WHO:  Sebastion, and Ciel; closed
LOCATION: Slytherin Dorms
WEEK: 63
TIME: After the shenanigans begin.. (Body swap)
WHAT: Sebastian and Ciel have switched body's and are meeting to discuss the matter.
RATING: Shouldn't be too bad :D, PG-13 to be safe.

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[urpersonaldemon]

❝Ciel❞ let out a sigh. He just couldn't believe some of the information that the Professors were trying to peddle. ".. so this is the nonsense that my Masters' been expected to learn." He paused, briefly, letting his head loll to one side. He flipped through the notebook, skimming the scribbles that were strewn over the page. "I must say, then, that I am quite surprised that my Master can even properly hold a wand, let along effectively cast a spell." He slammed the book shut and leant back in his chair.

It was then that a knock came at the door. He glanced around the side of the chair as ❝Sebastian❞ entered. His lips, immediately, turned up into a smirk. Déjà vu. He didn't smell a teas' sweet fragrance and there was no cake, .. just an old cupcake.

He set a hand to his forehead, feathering his fingertips over the skin as he felt the onset of a headache. Good help was just so hard to find. He wondered if his Master would appreciate him more after this. Doubtful

[no_souls_here]

That wasn't just any old cupcake. No, that cupcake was special. It was a cupcake from several months ago enriched and fortified with a healthy layer of mold. It was the pinnacle of old moldy cupcakes. The red and green fuzzy organisms gave the expired baked good it's festive coloration. And now.... that disgusting slimy thing was rolling across the floor. His floor.

The commentary from "Ciel" was not appreciated. The Young Master was such a troll. Pushing him self up upon his knees he found himself unable to contain his frustration. "IT'S THIS DEPLORABLE BODY OF YO--!! mine.....". Lifting himself the rest of the way up, "It's so tall....". Yes, blame the body, not his own clumsiness.

Dusting himself off, he pulled the tails free from the door taking a moment to stare an awe at the durable Yorkshire wool. It really didn't tear or anything.... He sighed and regained his composure. "Aren't you having any difficulties..?".

[urpersonaldemon]

a Troll. Please. Just be glad, Sebastian, that Ciel hadn't ordered you to eat that pastry. If it could even be considered such, anymore. Ciel had been tempted to pull out a Book on Geology so that he might classify that atrocity properly, as a rock.

He smirked, leaning over the chairs' edge to stare down at his Butler. ".. you know what they say, Sebastian, you have to crawl before you can walk." He chuckled, laying a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound as he, then, stood up. Ciel looked down at the kettle, which had, miraculously, not spilt. He nudged it with his foot and to his surprise, not really, there was no tea. He let out an exasperated sigh and fell back into his seat

[no_souls_here]

He would have eaten it as instructed... it would only be damaging to Sebastian's body, not the one he belonged in. Hmm, did this body even have the proper taste buds? Demons did not have to eat after all...

Har har. Such an easy quip it had been. Honestly, couldn't Ciel be more original than that. He had half a mind to say "You disappoint me Master" but he held his tongue. The poetic way he had entered the room gave him no room to speak.

Ciel could have at least paused before answering. The lack of a delay only served to confirm the sincerity of those words. "I had discussed the matter with Professor Luxord, actually. About what may have caused all of this..". Sebastian smirked, eager to set his Master straight. "The discussions you witnessed may have seemed like a waste of time.. but how else to retrieve details about how everyone is being affected then to speak directly to those that are?".

He hoped that that was the mess Ciel was referring too...

"And what has the Young Master been up to?".

Later that day...

[no_souls_here]

Master wouldn't approve of what he was about to do.. In the interest in keeping their issue a secret, Ciel had quite clearly discouraged having any sort of contact with this person. Ah, but a servants duties often involved trips to the kitchen. It's not as if he meant to run into the cheagle turned boy.

Looking into the kitchen storeroom, his eyes were met with the sight of one red-haired child stuffing himself with apples...

The allure of the apples had apparently been too tempted to resist. At least it isn't frosting this tim--. Or was that even an issue in Mieu's current state? Rapping his knuckles lightly against the door frame he tried to get the boy's attention.

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[not_a_dreck]

Said boy-gone-cheagle currently had his head in a crate of apples trying to pick out the perfect one. Oh, but they were all so perfect looking. So round and red, like master's hair! Another reason to love his master!

"Mieu!?" The boy squeals in surprise when he hears a knock on the door. He tries to sit up but the crate was still on his head, pouring the apples out all over him. "Mieeuuu..." He cooed in disappointment before he lifted the crate up and peaked out at who ever has joined him.

"I'm is sorry..." He whimpered expecting some kind of yelling or punishment. "I-It got stuck, Mieuu... I'll clean it up!" He added with determination in his voice!

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[no_souls_here]

Drawing his body back slightly in surprise as the disaster befell Mieu, he tried his best to allay the boy's fears about having done something wrong. Sebastian gave a slight cough and regained his composure, offering Mieu a faint but sincere smile. "Do not trouble yourself the care--". He fumbled slightly in his role. "I will tend to the mess".

It would seem that the formula: Mieu + kitchen still equaled a mess of some kind. Granted last time it had been .. more-or-less Sebastian's fault.

Kneeling down he began lifting apple after apple back into a crate. The unfortunate fruit probably had been bruised in the fall. If he was a real butler he might have taken the time to clean them up and possibly make an apple pie.

[not_a_dreck]

Mieu of course wouldn't stand for not being of help for a mess he had caused. "It's no trouble, Mieu. I caused it so I should make up for it, it's what the cheagle elders say you're supposed to do, Mieu!" He started to pick up a few scattered apples and dropped them back in the crate along with the caretaker.

"Miie... I hope they're still good. Humans don't like food that's touched floor... maybe I should clean them... Mieu..." The cheagle-boy peeked over the rim of the crate then looked to his new companion to see if his idea was right. The humans had always taken such good care of him, so he trusted their judgment.

Oh, please don't try to bake again. Mieu might have a mini freak out if you mention baking...