.Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler ~ The Demons of Britain. -V2-

[Spiritstar3]

Okay! Hint? How much longer, dear child, til he wakes?))

[Twilightmyst]

Alice looked away. "Fine then. Do what you want. Just take us home," she told Arto, waiting expectantly.

[Underdrag]

( A while. I would suggest timeskipping.)

[Spiritstar3]

Okay!
That okay with you, gb?))

[mr unlucky]

(Yeah, that'd be fine. c:)

Artorius nodded, staying quiet as he walked along the path back to home. He put his jacket back on as they exited the forest as to hide his wings, straightening his hat that was now in disarray from all the falling and rolling around on the ground he had done.
All in all, he had a pretty good time, he guessed!

[Spiritstar3]

-Timeskip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-

[Underdrag]

Kenjo jumped awake, freaking out. It seems like he had had a bad dream.

Rendan followed after them, holding an umbrella made out of ice.

[Spiritstar3]

Kenjo jumped awake, freaking out. It seems like he had had a bad dream.

Rendan followed after them, holding an umbrella made out of ice.

The demon hound glanced at hte man, holding him lightly aloft in the air by his sleeves and looking him in the eyes. He tilted his head as he said 'Hmm, I wonder how you died...'

[Twilightmyst]

{ Yaay, timeskip~ }

Alice sat in her usual chair in the library. She had discarded her slippers to tuck her feet up against the armrest, curling up comfortably against the back of the velvet seat as she continued from her Jane Austen novel. She was fresh from the bath, having insisted on doing it herself, wet hair falling against the damp white towl she's draped around her shoulders. Eyes straying, the short blonde found herself unable to focus on the words printed upon the pages of the open book in front of her. "But I don't want to go to bed yet," she mumbled, struggling against a yawn.

[Underdrag]

Kenjo hissed. " Let go! It took forever to make this shirt!" He flailed at him. " And why would you suddenly think about that?! How I died isn't important!"

Rendan sat in the corner in the library with a sketchbook and glasses. She looked adorable in the glasses, but didn't seem to like them very much. She seemed to be mad that she can't get something correct on the paper, and erased furiously often.