"That seems a little curious to me, I always make sure the doorknobs are polished."
Sebastian rested a hand on his chin, taking in the situation. It looked like someone had just tried to break in through.
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𝑯e had stopped trying to open the door. Rather, he perched on his bed with a sigh, almost in disbelief at what had occurred.
“ 𝑺ebastian, fix the handle. I dont know how, but it's snapped off. ”
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Of course, like the ( infernal butler )* that he is, Sebastian doesn't rely on doorknobs. He entered the room as if he had appeared through summons.
"Young master?" He called.
A small smile crept across Sebastian as he carried Ciel in his arms, after all, he was aware that a warm bath is what he needed too. It didn't take long to wrap him in a dry towel when they got to the bathroom just to warm him up.
"A cup of minty tea and a roaring fire >
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𝑨llowing Sebastian to proceed, eyes somewhat closing as the warmth from his hair being dried was relaxing. It soothed the chill in his body, giving momentary relief from the aches that had started to plunge into his blood, causing his muscles to feel heavy.
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doesn't sound like a bad thing to me, young master, but it will extend you comfort during a cold night. Human beings are fragile in general during rain, allow this little indulgence." As he put Ciel on the ground, he removed his black tailcoat jacket to start >
It is with patience that he deals with Ciel's moods, such moods that are always linked with a kind of irritable arrogance. Almost like a parent seeing a child's stubbornness. Wary, he dried his hair and removed his white gloves, exposing the blasphemous imprint of >
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𝑰t seemed he was unable to refute the logic within Sebastians' cunning words. The Earl was able to hear such a tone to his voice, yet he couldn't scold his butler for speaking sense on such a matter.
“ 𝑾hatever you say, Sebastian. ”
𝑺igh soon following.
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the ( faustian )* contract. As he did so, he placed a hand on the young earl's forehead to check the temperature.
"I'll make some medicinal tea to ward off any colds and light the fire in the room. Are you feeling well, my lord?" He removed the heavy >
"Given the logistics of the situation, Young Master, considering the violence of the rain and the fact that we didn't have a change of clothes, to embarrass you would be to be naked."
Sebastian's polite, sharp responses hinted at rebellion disguised as submissiveness of >
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“ 𝑵ext time be prepared so you won't have to improvise. Shouldn't a mere demon have the ability to do that instead of embarrassing your master? ”
𝑻ongue sharp, mood depleted with each second that passed where he wasn't in his own clothes. Unimpressed, to say the least.
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The ( capricious )* boy, utterly humiliated in his due position, somewhat amused the demonic butler who gave him a bright scarlet glare. At the closet, he pulled out a change of clothes.
"Calm down, Young Master. It was necessary to improvise."
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𝑯umiliating. Utterly humiliating. His butlers coat draped around his body, swarming him. It made him feel awfully small, like a tiny child. He hated it.
“ 𝑩ring me my clothes at once! ”
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