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

[mr unlucky]

Artorius scanned over some of them, not exactly surprised at all the dark meanings behind them. She seemed to be a..dark person, to put it lightly. "Wow! You didn't seem like a writer!" he exclaimed.

[Underdrag]

" S-Shut up! And give it back!" She ran in, puffing. She had her pencil tucked behind her ear, and was holding her sketchbook against her chest.

(I would write the poems for you but I'm lazy right now and I don't want to copy them from my notebook. .3.)

[Spiritstar3]

" It's not funny!" He hissed. " What did you do with it?!"

(Nope. I'm not giving you any more clues. But something had to happen to turn him from being straight to being gay...)

The demon hound gave him a look. 'Never said that it was...And I never touched your gun...'

Was it someone did something to him which we are not allowed to say the word of, because this is a children's site, and he killed himself? Or someone he truly loved died?))

[mr unlucky]

Artorius held the notebook out for her to take back, though slowly began grabbing at the sketchbook. "Can I see that one?!" he asked excitedly.

[Twilightmyst]

Alice shut the book and set it on the chair, not bothering to reshelve it. She trudged up to her room, nightgown fluttering at her ankles, and collapsed facefirst onto her bed with a loud groan. "I don't want to sleep," she grumbled to herself, but in that instant, dropped into a doze anyways.

[Underdrag]

" What?! No!" She hissed, grabbing her notebook and holding her sketchbook further away.

(Nope. Neither. Keep guessing! Oh, and his gun is a spiritual item, something closely connected to a spirit's death. Just sayin'. :3)

" WELL THEN WHERE IS IT?!?!?" He shouted, his eyes wild.

[mr unlucky]

Artorius frowned, reaching so far for it now that he was about to fall off of the bed, although he didn't notice of course. "Awh! Why nooot?" he complained in a whiny voice, red eyes pleading. "I've already seen the other one!" he complained. "You might as well!"

[Underdrag]

" N-No! I don't really care about my notebook, b-but my sketchbook is very personal!" Her face went bright red, and she stepped further away.

[mr unlucky]

Her reaction to him trying to take it and her reddened face only made Artorius that much more curious. He jumped off the bed and walked closer to her, pulling at it. "Oh, come on! I won't tell anyone, I promise!" he said, offering her a grin.

[Underdrag]

She paused, almost letting go. She then proceeded to slap his face hard.