It was a cold, quiet December morning when Sebastian woke up in his room and found a small letter on his desk. Outside his windows, white snow and frost were collected on the glass pane. The letter were written in gold and the parchment is cerulean blue. The letter told him that today is Ciel's birthday and it would be a honor if he goes to the
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Sebastian was ready to set his mind on the other tasks when the blonde showed. "Oh, hello Wolfram."
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"I wish it would." He said softly. If anything, Sebastian wouldn't do this without a special summons, but the Hotel summoned him and paid him with a soul. While the soul he ate this morninig is a meager sacrifice, it would just do. The elder demon was hungry after all.
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The dried fruits she prepared was added into the cake and the aroma of the bread was raised in the air. While she didn't ask what she is assisting him with, so it's in her best interest that he lets her know. He pulled out his pocket a picture of a blue-haired boy with blue eyes. "Today is his birthday." He said quietly, and the way he spoke, he appreciates her helping him out. "He came from my world. I can say I was his Guardian a long time ago. His name is Ciel which is a French word for sky."
Technically, Ciel in his world is supposed to be dead, but in this world, against all possibilities, even dead people can come to life.
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A pause as she considers, and her eyes return to her task quiet for a time, flouring the cake pans. 'Elgar'arla, this asha is not from your story...she is a haf-cath [summer cat] come to visit...one who may disappear in the changing of a season.'
ooc: Happy Birthday to you, too!
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There's a long silence, as if a part of him can't look at her. "Not necessarily. In my story, he already died. But in this place, somehow, it can pull the deceased back to life. The Hotel asked me to make a birthday party for him."
"I know that. That's why with me being here, it's a joke. I'm not suppose to be here. I'm supposed to be home where the demons and fallen angels like myself dwell." More silence. "Still, I'm glad to see you, my old friend. Summer cats are wanderers, that I know too well."
OOC: Thank you~ *_* <3
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The collection of food and cakes is becoming more than necessary and some of the passing residents who knew of the event had stopped by to pick a few sweets. They remarked how delicious the food is. Sebastian knows he has a knack to make his cooking taste so divine.
Sebastian pulled out a Victorian style handkerchief. "Ah, Misa, come here. Your face is a mess."
[OOC: Your tag made me smile, thank you. (And I'm happy that the other taggers above tagged me too). I feel so down in despair from unemployment (and among other things for the past months), which is why I disappeared and unable to continue any dropped threads I had. I'm despairing on my 24th birthday sheesh. I think to myself that this too shall pass.]
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While not outright staring, he was throwing looks to what crowded the counter tops and obviously sniffing at the air, that little nose wiggling slightly.
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"What's all this for?"
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Sebastian has no intention of taking advantage or ravishing him, even though it might be a part of his interest and demonic nature that he would. Besides, the boy is too adorable and he rather like that curious and innocent look to stay.
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No, cooking was most definitely not something the young woman was good at, but her energy was admirable.
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The kitchen was a mess, but it gave the demon a purpose. He'll clean it up later. "Good morning." He said, trying to be friendly as well as curious. "Are you in a festive spirit?"
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Bright blue eyes blinking up at him, her stirring motions slowed, a faint pink dusting her cheeks. Festive was an understatement. Green and red icing, edible holly leaves and bright berries -- she was in the Christmas spirit alright. Too bad it probably wouldn't be turning out like the picture in the book.
"Very much," she chirped with the faintest of giggles, that blush growing.
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