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⊰ ♞ ⊱—; "You've been hurt by an unhealed pain you are my beautiful hangover There must still be the soul that you have left behind, Never made it as a wise man."

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daemonum-cantet replied to your post:// I REWATCHED THE GARDEN EPISODE AND I STARTED...

What’s the name of the episode? I haven’t seen it yet

// It's the eleventh episode of season two. ;v;

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Sunny Days

"Tch' such a boring day" The Earl scoffed, resting his head on his hand as he sat at his desk in his study. For once he had nothing to do, which meant Sebastian was off doing whatever it was the Demon Butler did during such times. "I wonder...." He smirked, before standing up and heading towards the door of his study. Yes, he could be studying some of his school work, but really....who wanted to do such things on a beautiful day?

Opening the door, he peered down the halls. Seeing that it was safe he decided to make his way to the gardens. If Sebastian didnt catch him, he could just spend the rest of the day admiring the roses that were in full bloom during this time of year. The young Earl didnt know why but he always had loved roses, even before his parents death.

"Now to just make sure he doesnt just pop out of no where...." he sighed, knowing full well the butler often snuck up on him.

Though he seemed to be in the clear as he slipped outside and made it to the beautiful roses, before picking one and smelling its beautiful aroma. "This day is too beautiful to stay inside and waste on that tedious school work" he admired, standing in the sun with his eyes closed, simply enjoying the heat

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#daemonumcantet #I hope this is okay XD #if not let me know #and i can write something else

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Having closed her eyes, Mei-Rin was trying to fall asleep. It was late enough, and she was quite tired, therefore she was pretty sure that would be the best idea. However, a while later she changed her mind. The door opened, then closed, but she didn't move. It seemed she had forgotten to lock it; if Sebastian knew it, he would be so angry!

Her heart stopped and she forgot about the butler the very moment she felt someone crawling next to her in the bed. Luckily right under her pillow, there was a gun. Slowly, she turned to her side and--

"Mister Sebastian!" she gasped, not even knowing what she felt. Some relief? Happiness? But also embarrassment and shame (he would probably scold her for having not locked the door properlu), and so many other things. "How... how can I help you?"

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[text]: Your birthday present is that I’m wearing whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and nothing else. Hurry home.

To: Mister Sebastian6:19pm

Mister Sebastian, are you completely sure this message was sent to the right person?

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