Sebastian Michaelis (
hisbutler_bound) wrote2011-12-14 08:32 pm
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Nevermore Tasks 041
[Sebastian had been waiting all day out in the snow and while it had begun to fall hours ago, his eyes were transfixed on the farthest reaches of Adstringendum. Most often than naught, people from his home came with the snows. But today was special as it was his young master, Ciel Phantomhive's birthday. The video feed is stuck mostly pointing upwards at the sky and the falling snow with the edges of Sebastian's face.]
Good evening, Adstringendum. I trust you are well. My apologizes if I am waking anyone from an early slumber but for the more delicate and awake individuals, I offer you cake. [He doesn't want to waste it much like birthdays before. At this point it would be too late for cake should anyone arrive, at least for his young master. Sweet things were bad before bed.] As a compliment, hot cocoa.
If you don't wish to make the journey I am more than willing to bring it to you. [So he can spy on their houses or the individuals themselves]
Good evening, Adstringendum. I trust you are well. My apologizes if I am waking anyone from an early slumber but for the more delicate and awake individuals, I offer you cake. [He doesn't want to waste it much like birthdays before. At this point it would be too late for cake should anyone arrive, at least for his young master. Sweet things were bad before bed.] As a compliment, hot cocoa.
If you don't wish to make the journey I am more than willing to bring it to you. [So he can spy on their houses or the individuals themselves]
[Video]
[... Man that's creepy.]
[Video]
[Because he would really like to follow you home.]
[Video]
[Why is he stalked by creepy people.]
[Video]
[Because creepy people stalk derps and people like Tsuzuki]
[Video to Offline]
[And the PCD is clicked off, but not long after Tsuzuki is there, wrapped in that black trenchcoat of his and black leather gloves, collar popped up as he watches the snow.
Of course he lets the butler know he's there once he's close enough to be heard.]
[Offline]
Maybe it will be better if we retire inside anyways.
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Be better than standing out in the cold.
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I hope you don't mind a small strawberry taste to the cocoa.
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[Ducking inside when ushered, looking around since last time he had come over they had really stayed outside for all of those baked goods and tea.]
You've a nice home, Sebastian-san.
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Thank you, Tsuzuki. Please have a seat where you like.
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For the moment Tsuzuki had become distracted, looking over a bit of the inside. It was a wonder how anything could look nice in this place, really..]
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Despite the very distracting and delicious scent in the house, he kept a monitor on where Tsuzuki was] Mm.
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Peering around the doorframe.]
Sebastian-san?
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[Slicing a piece of cake, he set it down near the mug of hot cocoa and pulled out a chair that sat around the stretch of table he had set in the kitchen. Then dinning room hadn't been used in such a long time]
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[The trenchcoat was hugged to his chest in a way as he walked into the kitchen, setting it over the back of the pulled out chair before sitting down.]
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[Sebastian doesn't take a seat himself and just rests his hands down near his sides, glancing around for something to do]
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Sebastian-san.. Do you.. remember that event, the one recent with the dreams?
[That was the real reason he had come over. He wanted to know if that was Sebastian or not, if the man now knew something that only so very few would ever know about him.]
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The one were we were told this was all untrue? Yes, I remember it.
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[That could've been the Animus messing with him further, he refused to believe any of those dreams were real. That being reality was more of a nightmare than most things that had happend.]
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[He rose a brow, tilting his head slightly] But it should be clear that I am not a doctor.
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[He's not destroying the cake as he toys with it at all, just gathering up little bits onto the fork.]
It was the Animus' influence on you that put you there, but what you saw.. Could you keep it to yourself?
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[Not that he didn't enjoy it immensely and from the way he spoke, it was a sure thing that the Animus' influence didn't make Tsuzuki try to kill himself]
I suppose.
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It's just something best left forgotten, Sebastian-san. In the past. [That he will never forget.]
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[Not that he would comply with forgetting it. It was very valuable information]
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[Hey look! That smile looks like it's back and he is eating the cake! Perhaps not as fast as normal, but it is being enjoyed, along with the hot chocolate.]
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