Kuroshitsuji(Black Butler) Official RP

[Sebastian Michaelis]

Ciel took a deep breath and attempted to calm himself down. He shook his hands free from Sebastian's grip, and tugged at the blindfold.
"Sebastian. Remove this blindfold. And then get out." He had a dark and dangerous tone to his voice, as if Sebastian was in danger to stay by him any longer.

Sebastian felt some reaching crest of disappointment somewhere deep within his being as he reached over and slid his tie off of the young master's head.

"Young master did not like my game, then?" he asked, his thickly-accented voice unusually meek and quiet.

[Ulysses]

((A little bird told me that Sebastian was perhaps wishing for Bard to barge in?? Did I miss my chance??? Is it too late to be of annoyance to the young master and his butler???!!! OH NOOOOE!!!!))

[Sebastian Michaelis]

((A little bird told me that Sebastian was perhaps wishing for Bard to barge in?? Did I miss my chance??? Is it too late to be of annoyance to the young master and his butler???!!! OH NOOOOE!!!!))

(lol Erm, you were supposed to interrupt our kiss ;D Hehe, like... pretend you saw it walking down to corridor or something because the door was cracked open. X3)

[dozy]

Ciel thought. He had liked it, but he couldn't let Sebastian know.
"No. I didn't. Leave me." He sighed and remained seated, staring out of the window with a vague expression.

[Sebastian Michaelis]

Ciel thought. He had liked it, but he couldn't let Sebastian know.
"No. I didn't. Leave me." He sighed and remained seated, staring out of the window with a vague expression.

Sebastian frowned and took a bow.

"Yes, my lord. I am immensely, profoundly sorry, my lord."

He turned on a heel and glided flawlessly to the door, which was cracked open a quarter of the way. Sebastian could only hope that none of the other servants had bore witness to his actions.

[dozy]

'That butler. Why? Why did he kiss me and create such an inane game?'
Ciel was pacing in the entrance hall, trying to think. He had many 'why' questions filling his head, and that irritated him.
'No, you idiot. Why are you thinking like this? You are not weak.'
He shook off his previous thoughts and headed to the study to do some work.

[Sebastian Michaelis]

'That butler. Why? Why did he kiss me and create such an inane game?'
Ciel was pacing in the entrance hall, trying to think. He had many 'why' questions filling his head, and that irritated him.
'No, you idiot. Why are you thinking like this? You are not weak.'
He shook off his previous thoughts and headed to the study to do some work.

Sebastian stood before the spacious library, staring vaguely at the bookshelves he had previously finished cleaning; He still held in his hands the purple feather duster.

To a passer-by, it might have seemed that the gallant, black-clad butler was admiring his job well done. In Sebastian's case, that was far from the truth.

Why had he done that?

He had never before acted so subconsciously out of terms. He had disrespected his master by kissing him. How distasteful... How dreadful... How disgraceful. Why had he done that?

He had never made such a stupid mistake before. Was he not supposed to be perfect? What had he been thinking?

...I was thinking, thought he, of how sweet my little master looked, blindfolded, pouting, innocent as any child should be. I was thinking, just wondering, if perhaps he would taste the very same- Sweet.

[dozy]

Ciel was paying no attention to his work - instead opting to sit there in a trance. The situation would not leave his head. The door was open slightly, so he often shuffled papers to make it look like he was engaged in work.

[Sebastian Michaelis]

Ciel was paying no attention to his work - instead opting to sit there in a trance. The situation would not leave his head. The door was open slightly, so he often shuffled papers to make it look like he was engaged in work.

Sebastian pulled his watch from out his tailcoat pocket and saw that it was indeed time for afternoon tea- Not that the young master could taste the refreshment any longer- and why he still insisted on drinking it during the proper times of the day, Sebastian was left dumbfounded.

After preparing the tea, he set the tray upon a cart and made his way toward Ciel's study. Every step made the knot that was growing in his stomach churn uncomfortay. He had no clue as to why or how it had formed. His best guess was that it was composed of his newfound shame, but even that didn't feel quite right.

When he reached his destination, he stood at the door and knocked gently on the frame. "May I come in, master?"

[dozy]

Ciel averted his eyes from Sebastian and began scribbling words on a blank piece of paper to make it seem like he was working. He gave Sebastian a quick glance.
"Yes." A short snappy reply was said. He did not want to have unnecessary contact with Sebastian.