#malumcorvus

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  “You require an oral response? Why, i’d be insulted Mister Michaelis if your crude assumptions weren’t for naught. I’ll have you know I retained the vast majority of our French lessons before winter break. But very well..-.“

  A clearing of his throat and the cerulean child gave an all too confident exhale. “-tu me manques, chien.” @malum-corvus​

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Lithe digits combed irritably through thick and meddled azure strands  “I'll allow you to reciprocate both my precious time and attentiveness for the next ten to fifteen seconds Sebastian.”  The frustrated, albeit, bratty overtone Ciel held merely drew from time spent apart from his obedient, busy dog. To persuade the demon otherwise was a must, if not Ciel’s  pride would surely be bruise. Though, as if it were a reflex the young noble reached out to  trance the lining of Sebastian’s coat collar. Withdrawing a  shallow breath he inspected his findings though not too keen  on returning the demon’s stare. “Now begins your fifteen seconds.”

[burranicum-blog]

“Do you know who I am?”

hurt/comfort

There’s nothing recognizable in the voice speaking to him. The boy doesn’teven seem to remember who he is at the moment, only staring in shock atthe black clad man standing before him. Is he supposed to know him ? Is hesomeone important to him ? How is he able to know when he doesn’t evenrecall anyone in his life ? No matter how hard he tries to think back, to recallsome kind of memories, it just seems impossible in every way. It’s clouded, almost like mist covering up everything. No, he doesn’t know who this is, &&for a moment he just seems like he’s not able to respond. Has he forgottenhow to talk, too ?

❝ N--No... I don’t... Should I... ? ❞

Alright, so he managed to form some sentences, but there’s still nothing aboutthis situation that feels right. His head hurts, && a hand is reached up to rub atonly for it to sting. The boy hisses in pain, quickly retracting his hand. Then hedecides to speak up again;

❝ ... Who am I ? ❞

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Without batting so much as an eyelash the young noble placed his raven glove aside. The delicately brewed and sweetened tea grazed pale lips before they parted for acknowledgement. "Sebastian. What is it demons fear most.-" A cerulean iris laid over the thinning stream of steam rising from his cup. If Ciel enjoyed a good hazing as much as he did games. Why not combine the two?

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  "Hobknocker, shaft, whore, arsehole."

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"Well where is it Sebastian." The earl spoke quite impatiently as he interrupted his butler's menial task. "I've let curiosity subside my thoughts for far too long, now show it to me."

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{Game}

  ”You’re a fucking idiot.”

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malum-corvus replied to your post:So you're Sebastian's beloved bocc-chan? /deep chuckle./

"I have done nothing!"

"You have done plenty!    Did I not tell you that boc-chan is a childish name?!"  "And not to refer to me as such?!"