ƦƐ℣ƐภgƐ ƊƐคʟ [Kuro/Black Butler]

[cryptids.]

Bernard could only continue to grin as William ordered him around like some slave. "But of course." he chuckled deviously, rubbing his hands together maniacally like a sort of evil super villain. "If you want I could do the chandelier and windows by myself, it would be no problem at all, really~" he chirped, now holding his hands behind his back in a clasp.

[HajiBaby]

The angel was beginning to unnerve the demon butler, but said person only nodded slowly. "Yes... you do that..." he replied, narrowing his blue green eyes at Bernard. Oh yes. He smelled a rat, and the holy entity was the one who reeked. William hned, and turned to start cleaning up the parlor.

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Grell smiled, thrusting his chainsaw over his shoulder.

"You don't?" Grell said dramatically. "Maybe I'm here on my job!" he suggested cruelly. "You can't stop death from killing, now can you?" he snickered happily, bearing his teeth as he swung his chainsaw.

[cryptids.]

Bernard grinned again, marching off to go and polish the floors first before doing his other chores around the house. Oh, he was so ready to get back at the Butler.

[HajiBaby]

(OMG, whats he gonna do? Lol, I must know!!)


Dante growled, standing his ground. Lucifer was still yapping, not good for much else. Sulton meanwhile stuck more towards the house, head low in a threatening guesture.

[Alkene]

Sereena nodded, clutching onto the stems of the flowers. she placed the unique flowers in the vases. Distributing them evenly. Placing the vases where they were supposed to be, she stretched her arms. "Would you like me to do anything else sir?" she asked william from the door.

[pdf]

Grell revved his chainsaw. He examined the the place. "Do you know my Bassie?" He asked randomly, grinning like a deranged clown.

[cryptids.]

(Joo gonna have to wait to find out~ >:3)

Bernard quickly got down on his hands and knees and started wiping down the floors, humming a tune to himself. The Angel seemed all too chipper for some reason, but kept it strictly confidential.

[pidgey]

Hollyn was on about sentence three of her paragraph as the ink had blotted when she got distracted by the noise. She let out an irritated sigh and set her pen back in its place, revising the three sentences she had so far. She went back and read over the poem and muttered something to herself to see if it sounded good or not.

[pdf]

Grell waltzed unhappily out of the yard. "There's nothing to do!" he whined, slumping over and dragging his chainsaw. It was no fun to bug someone who didn't talk back. He stared at the Manor, though, wondering what was inside. He decided to make an appearance for Bassie, and ask if he knew anything.