LJ ATE MY ENTRY
...I just wrote this cause Priyanka/Sebastian hasn't been around, soooo it's like I'm ~filling in the blanks or something. I have no idea. just. uh. sorry it sucks. D:
Characters: Sebastian, Finnian, Ciel. Mentions of Kobato
Warnings: None, other than it being awful
“M-Mr. Sebastian...?”
Tell me he didn't burn down the rose bushes again. “Yes? What is it, Finnian?”
Finnian looked about ready to jump out of his skin. “Um, I'm really sorry, but I-I was...wonderingifmaybeIcouldmaybestayatthehotelforalittlewhile?”
He says that as if we wouldn't all be happy to be rid of him. “Excuse me?”
“Can I go stay in K-Kobato's room in the hotel for a few days?”
...What an unwanted image. “That young lady with the long hair and hat, correct?”
Finnian nodded quickly.
“Are you perhaps courting her?”
“EH?!” Finnian blushed and waved his hands defensively. “N-no! Sh-she's just hurt because of me andIreallywannamakeituptoher,soI'mgonnahelpherwalkaround!” He then paused and grinned stupidly. “Ehe~. Though, she's really pretty and kind. Any guy would ...”
Sebastian tuned out the rest of what Finnian said, unable and unwilling to care about whatever explanation the boy was giving. Idiots attract other idiots, I see. “Right. But I'm afraid you'll have to ask the young master for permission. I am but a butler.”
“What do you want?” The two of them turned to see Ciel descending the staircase, cane in hand.
“Ah, young master, perfect timing. Finnian here was just asking me whether or not he would be permitted to stay in a hotel room with a female friend of his.”
“…” Ciel just stared, wondering what girl in her right mind would want to do such a thing with his gardener.
“It's Miss Kobato,” Sebastian clarified.
Sebastian didn't have to say anything else. Ciel had heard from him that the girl wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. The fact that she befriended Finnian was proof of that.
Ciel sighed cleared his throat. “Very well. But only because I'm-”
He didn't get to finish his sentence, however, as Finnian dashed out the door as quickly as he could, shouting a thank you on his way.
“…”
“…”
“Sebastian.”
“Yes, young master.”
“That girl isn't the type to press charges, is she?”
“She doesn't seem to be, young master. Then again, one can never be certain.”
“Fantastic.”
Characters: Sebastian, Finnian, Ciel. Mentions of Kobato
Warnings: None, other than it being awful
“M-Mr. Sebastian...?”
Tell me he didn't burn down the rose bushes again. “Yes? What is it, Finnian?”
Finnian looked about ready to jump out of his skin. “Um, I'm really sorry, but I-I was...wonderingifmaybeIcouldmaybestayatthehotelforalittlewhile?”
He says that as if we wouldn't all be happy to be rid of him. “Excuse me?”
“Can I go stay in K-Kobato's room in the hotel for a few days?”
...What an unwanted image. “That young lady with the long hair and hat, correct?”
Finnian nodded quickly.
“Are you perhaps courting her?”
“EH?!” Finnian blushed and waved his hands defensively. “N-no! Sh-she's just hurt because of me andIreallywannamakeituptoher,soI'mgonnahelpherwalkaround!” He then paused and grinned stupidly. “Ehe~. Though, she's really pretty and kind. Any guy would ...”
Sebastian tuned out the rest of what Finnian said, unable and unwilling to care about whatever explanation the boy was giving. Idiots attract other idiots, I see. “Right. But I'm afraid you'll have to ask the young master for permission. I am but a butler.”
“What do you want?” The two of them turned to see Ciel descending the staircase, cane in hand.
“Ah, young master, perfect timing. Finnian here was just asking me whether or not he would be permitted to stay in a hotel room with a female friend of his.”
“…” Ciel just stared, wondering what girl in her right mind would want to do such a thing with his gardener.
“It's Miss Kobato,” Sebastian clarified.
Sebastian didn't have to say anything else. Ciel had heard from him that the girl wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. The fact that she befriended Finnian was proof of that.
Ciel sighed cleared his throat. “Very well. But only because I'm-”
He didn't get to finish his sentence, however, as Finnian dashed out the door as quickly as he could, shouting a thank you on his way.
“…”
“…”
“Sebastian.”
“Yes, young master.”
“That girl isn't the type to press charges, is she?”
“She doesn't seem to be, young master. Then again, one can never be certain.”
“Fantastic.”