It has been 31 days since the third Kuroshitsuji hiatus was announced.
Edward stares in scandalized fascination at the tattoo inscribed on Cheslock’s forearm.
“Why a sword, though? I’d have thought you’d prefer something related to music, like a clef symbol, or the opening notes of one of your favorite pieces, or—”
Cheslock’s gaze shiftily darts away from his baffled companion.
“Why’s all my ink gotta have a deep meanin’ behind it? I jus’ liked the design,” he mumbles, turning pink as a petunia.











