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[A sigh.]

How troublesome.

I had thought we'd seen the last of the uninspired floral aspects of the city.

At any rate, young master, please stay where you are and try not to be kidnapped by the oversized flora.

... A change of living arrangements, is it...  I suppose it can't be helped.

This... 'White Woman' seems to be... quite useless at answering questions that do need to be answered.

[ooc: Roomies (Usagi and Axel), feel free to poke your new butler in the house. If you bribe strike a deal with him, he might make you goodies.]

...

Flowers. Of course.

[Sebastian is plucking posies from his waistcoat, definitely unamused. Butlers do not look intimidating with pink and small, daisy-like flowers creeping  all over their suits and heads on remarkably resilient vines. And those are some dang frisky vines right there.]

[ooc: lol for some reason my brain, it went : vinesex?]

[The Cross has been left on it's side and propped up against something- probably a cushion on a sofa- so the angle's a little strange.

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Ah, I see… so this is how this works…

I’m looking for my young master. He’s sixteen, has dark hair, a blue eye, and a black eyepatch over his other eye. If you have any doubts on the matter, he’s also short, grumpy, and irritable, with an unpleasant expression on his face. Should you find him, please inform me of his whereabouts at once. We ( Read more... )