Soulsamurai1

Ciel tapped his fingers. Dun, dun, dun, dun. Dun, dun, dun, dun. He grimaced at the clock on his wall. Sebastian was late with his snack. Again. ‘What the hell is keeping him,’ the young Earl wondered, scowling at the thought he had no distraction from his paperwork. ‘I’m going to give it to him when he gets up here.’ And, where was Sebastian, might you ask? Ah, yes, the Demon Butler was in the kitchen, trying to pry Grell, his faithful fangirl (*cough*…fanboy), from his leg. The rather flirtatious shinigami was nuzzling his thigh and saying sickening words of love to him. He shook his limb, but that did nothing