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Here's a summary of his personality from the wiki. But if you can't play him perfec,t that's fine wit me. My adivse is to read up about his history and rewatch the first eight-or-something episodes, ebcause this takes place right after episode 8.]
Sebastian cleared his throat, putting a hand behind his back. "Young master," he began once more, tensing his shoulders as he heard his name spoken by an older female- older than the first.
Devina adjusted her coat once more, looking up in thought. "Hmm...those names familiar. Can't remember why, though..." She mumbled, before looking at the two once more. She smiled, a cruel, evil-like smirk." Oh I am quite sure I don't want to go back to the mansion. Be on your gaurd, I'm going to speak with them. I need...some information." To be honest, the girl was very suspicious of the two- especially the butler. He gave her a bad vibe, but she felt an odd feeling towards the younger- no, not that warm fuzzy feeling. That cold, sickening feeling you get when you're pissed off. [To put it lightly.] As the girl approached, hopping over or stepping to the side past any bodies that were in her way, she searched her thoughts for a reason why they were familiar.
Not only was she searching her thoughts, but her gaze looked over every aspect of the pair. Both a bit pale, the boy with blue eyes and the man with brownish-red, or atleast that is what color they seemed to be. One wearing green attire, the other in a formal butler costume. One with black hair, one with blue-navy. One with an untouched face, the other with an eyepatch.
Wait.
Eye-patch.
The boy had an eye-patch.
She remembered something. She felt like someoen had smacked her across the face as she whirled to face her butler. "Phantomhive !
THAT'S who they are !" She exclaimed, before feeling something dig into her back- not literally, but there was something burning into her skin. She tensed, knowing it was the glare of the butler. The girl cursed, mumbling something to herself. "....Oh, great. Blew it, Cobalt."
Sebastian's glare intensified as he realized the girl knew, somehow, who they were. "....On your order, master," He mumbled to his lord, bringing the hand that was behind his back to his side.