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Sebastian Michaelis ::: Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler
The butler eyes the dirty marbled floor with distaste. A simple tug of a glove, tightening it upon nimble fingers and he crouches to inspect it. It’s wet from the rain outside, yet doesn’t seem to be from his young Master or the help. Someone has entered the mansion unannounced.
His head turns to search the shadows for their new GUEST. Each foot fall is crisp, certain, and sure as he leaves the main room, following the trail of wet mud and dirt as far as it would lead him. Downstairs, through the kitchen, to a store room. Soft breathing echoes beyond the door and Sebastian’s head tilts.
There’s no need to violent. Yet. A gloved hand opens the door to a man clutching a gun, who aims it idiotically at the butler.
“How…How did you find me in here!??”
His accent is italian, of course it is. His young master was beginning to rake in very unsavory guests as of late. GOOD.
“Because I am simply–”
“–one HELL of a butler.”
