thatdamnmichaelis started following you
"Should I even ask?"

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thatdamnmichaelis started following you
"Should I even ask?"
Damn Zombies! (Kuroshitsuji AU)
It had been only weeks since the pandemic. Ciel and Sebastian had been lucky enough to have made it this long. But food was dwindling, and the infection was spreading. It didn't matter where you turned, there would be infected people there if they weren't dead already.
Ciel was scratched and bruised and his clothes were torn from weeks of wear, but he was still capable. He had compiled a hoard of weapons consisting of pistols, shotguns and a bow and arrow. Currently Ciel resided in an abandoned apartment building, barricaded and booby trapped by Sebastian and himself. He hadn't slept in days; there was no time. The boy sat against a wall, resting his head against it. "Sebastian...We need food- and soon. It won't be long before they find us and we have to travel again. What then?" He asked, slowly standing up and pulling out his gun.
It was a rather usual, typical day over at the manor. Claude tended to his work, and to the requests of his young 'master.' The spider had walked around, working silently to himself. Working, and aiding to all that required it.
Soon enough he had finished the majority of his assignments, having him pause to take a breath in, glancing around himself. Seeing nothing, though expecting, he had taken his glasses off to readjust. Once done, he had slipped them back onto his face, and walked forward. Among walking, he had spotted a figure that was rather familiar, resembling someone he had met on bad terms-- Sebastian. A slight grin grew onto his face, "Michaelis." he started, stoic tone noticeable within his voice.
Argument? Why I thought this was a friendly chat. I am offended you think such.
"Friendly chat?"
Shouldn't you be off doing something productive? Provided that you actually are productive...which I doubt.
"Productive? Such as what you’re doing? Productive is serving my master, not starting arguments."
Faustus.
"Michaelis.."
Thank you for the follow!
You're welcome!