♞* ! that butler, running errands
One could never have quite enough tablecloths, especially in such a large mansion with many messy eaters running amok. Not only did tablecloths have their practical uses, the fine details in quality made them somewhat of an art to be displayed with the rest of the table setting when presentation was of utmost importance. Therefore it was with presentation in mind that the butler stood for the first time in months before rows of the highest quality embroidered table cloths, nestled deep within a high-end department store. Gloves slid themselves against cotton, inspecting up-close the differences in each in order to find the most suitable pick for the Phantomhive’s hospitality.
His thoughts were not entirely engulfed in the fine laces, however; making her way down the same aisle, coincidentally, there appeared Miss Celestia Ludenberg. The two had met four times now, making this quite a special occasion; other than “close family friends,” not many have lived long enough to encounter the demon a fourth time.
He would accuse the city of this one.
“Miss Ludenberg,” his voice carried with a smile as he bowed into a greeting. “What a pleasant surprise. What brings you here today? Shopping for your dining ware?”