[ The room, spacious as it is, is impossibly warm. Every sound resonates off the high ceilings and distant walls, including the slow, rhythmic clicking of Sebastian's stilettos as he makes his way deliberately to the velvet-laden chair at the back of the room
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Either way Chrome looked away from the demon; despite everything that endearing shyness still characterized her in everything she did. It didn't helped she wasn't dressed in much by Victorian standards. Those heeled boots of hers', the miniskirt and the corset Sebastian had encouraged her to wear. (Not that it did much, Chrome was already extremely underweight, but the effect was nice over all)]
Ah...? [A questioning noise, wondering what to do first, where to even start]
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He's sitting with his legs crossed and moves a hand under his chin resting his elbow on his knee.]
Now what Sebastian?
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'Now what,' little master? Do you possess no imagination of your own?
[ He points the crop at Chrome with a sudden, sweeping motion of his arm. ]
Look at the girl, and you tell me what comes next.
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At his words though, Chrome shifts her gaze to Ciel, reaching out to lightly touch at his knee and grab his attention] Ciel-san, don't be angry. It's alright if he doesn't know.
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He can show it however. Picking up Chromes hand delicately and lacing his fingers with her's. He moves so he's leaning closer to her - over her almost - still smirking.]
You are right. We shouldn't let Sebastian's foolishness get in our way.
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Luckily, Ciel distracts him from his irritation. He fixes his eyes back on the scene, smirking, himself, and idly strokes his own leg with the crop. ]
You're both quite right. Don't let me stop you.
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