"We must go. Do take care."
"My Lord, I have come to your manor already equipped with the proper skills. Meaning, he need not teach me how to cook or clean." he speaks out once more.
"However, I need to know exactly what recipes and ingredients you enjoy so that I may serve you better, Lord Phantomhive." he smiles warmly.
"Allow me to show you all that I’ve taught myself about English nobility. Improve me by criticism, sir." he bows.
Ciel didn’t look very amused. “Whatever. Sebastian will still teach you what you need to know. You should be good by the time he’s immobile.”
Sebastian shot a glare at Ciel, before smiling sweetly. “Of course, master.”
- Ciel: Bring me tea, butler.
- Sebastian: I do have a name, young master.
- Ciel: Oh wow, I am so sorry, Sebastard. Now get me some fucking tea.
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