Enthuzimuzzy: Satirical reference to enthusiasm, often feigned for the sake of politeness by at least one party in an interaction; occasionally feigned by all parties in an encounter that is unpleasant for everyone involved.
Sebastian was accustomed to running all manner of errands for his young master. Frequent among these were trips to London, for any variety of reasons. To pick something up, drop something off, gather information, secure a particular meeting. It was not uncommon to see him alone. Earl Phantomhive was a busy boy, after all. This afternoon, he was preoccupied with a rather large amount of paperwork, and sent Sebastian into London for a very particular task.
The Queen had issued new orders, and the young lord had determined that the one best capable of illuminating the situation had been killed not too long ago. It wasn’t a terrible leap then to his next logical course: learning everything he could about the dead man. But seeing as the man in question had no living relatives to contact, that left one option. A Cinematic Record.
While Sebastian wasn’t particularly keen on enlisting the help of a particular acquaintance, it was either him or a red-haired and bespectacled one. The choice was clear. He walked into the Undertaker’s shop with a polite smile hiding his displeasure, ready to perform as the fool and endure whatever he must in order to obey his master’s orders and return with the specified information.
“Undertaker?” He called out, unsure where he could be hiding this time. There was never any telling with him, it seemed, and Sebastian was not particularly of the mind to attempt to guess. He still needed to make it back to the estate in time to prepare dinner, after all.