"I asked for the story. Not every name, time and clothing choice. Don’t be daft, Ciel."


A low  growl was elicited from the male’s throat as he grew aggravated at the other male.  ❝When you asked for the whole story, I presumed you were implying that you wanted the details as well.❞


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Skepticism clouded the jester’s features. Something seemed off. “N-no, I mean if you really are sick, but you look fine to me. Maybe you should go see Doctor first.”

No, no, I’m sure all will be well without him.  I’m positive I’m sick and it’s just a cold or something of the sort so I wouldn’t want him to waste his time checking up on me.❞  The bluenette turned his back on the ringleader, a scowl continuing to tease the corners of thin lips. ❝Surely losing your least talented member of the circus for only about a day won’t bother you much.  Can Black not fill in for me….somehow?❞



"Ill?" he said. Outstretching his flesh hand, he felt Ciel’s forehead. It didn’t seem like he had a fever or anything. "Smile, you better not be lyin’ to me."

Would I lie—?❞  The young Earl questioned, as though he didn’t take advantage of and cheat practically everyone he came in contact with.  ❝I only really need one day off.  I wouldn’t want my illness to turn out to be contagious and get anyone else sick, you know.❞


I would rather not perform today.  I’m feeling the slightest bit ill—

He isn’t ill.  
            He just wants a lazy day.
                                     ….He’s sort of doubting he’ll be allowed it.
Faking being sick is tedious, after all.


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A hand came up to request silence, “I don’t need the details.”


Then don’t ask for them.


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Eyes of  a deep, royal cerulean are cast upon the Queen’s spider as though the young blond is nothing more than a pathetic mutt of a dog left to wander the perilous streets of London.  The younger male tapped his fingers upon his desk of Oak wood; the very same piece of furniture that was designated to work and cluttered with papers; many and most doodled or scribbled upon, as he continued to gaze at the Trancy who stood before him.  Ciel was to offer all nobles the full Phantomhive hospitality — Alois Trancy not excluded — and could not possibly find a way to politely refuse the other.  So, here hew was, stuck with an unexpected and most unwanted guest.  ❝Do tell, Trancy❞ — the words slip off of his tongue as thought they are the most poisonous of all venom — ❝what brings you here this afternoon?❞  A forced conversation was much preferred to silence.  As they say; silence is deadly — even more lethal than any words the Phantomhive could possibly bestow upon the fourteen year old.