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[Sebastian Michaelis]

bang bang you're dead
fifty bullets in your head, but, really, like that
would have much effect
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Squeaky clean was the phrase that came to mind. Sebastian could actually see his face in the knocker on the front door, but he still gave it a cursory wipe over. Tapping his foot, he lifted the knocker gently with one finger and cleaned underneath, the last bits of grime falling out. Not that it wasn't cleaned regularly enough - he was simply cleaning it at the end of this current week. After all, if he was a butler of the house of Phantomhive, should he not be able to do this?

A smile pulled at his lips, but he didn't expose the still rather carniverous teeth that nestled in his gums. Sebastian wasn't stupid - well, that much, anyway. The demon was feeling a little... bored. Yes, bored was indeed the word. Little was going on these days; the young master wasn't exactly all that busy with interesting business from the Queen and otherwise the manor was free of visitors. No one to attend to when he was shooed away.

So he was here. Keeping out of the way of the trail of destructio- he meant, paths of the other servants of the household. So here he was, occupying himself. Boring, boring, boring. Not that he overly disliked the quiet or anything, but it was getting a bit monotonous now; over and over, the same routine with only slight variations, depending on the young master's schedule for the day.

All he needed was someone to come and shake this day up a bit, really.

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there's not much use
shooting me when i'm evil. this is the life you see, the devil
tips his hat to me
tagged: opens
muse: swamp thing - the grid
notes: /dancedance. lulz so bad. idk bout the template xD short D8
template: (c) me!

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[Grell Sutcliff]

As he saw it, step one to his plan had been a considerable success. To him, he’d convinced both Inez and William that he had no intention of interfering, and he could be entirely mature about it all. However, merely showing William that he could accept that he was involved with someone else was simply not enough to incite his envy. If he really wanted to get Will back, he’d have to take it a few steps further. It didn’t entirely matter with whom he did this, but he already had someone particular in mind.

Running a hand quickly through his hair, he approached the entrance to Phantomhive Manor with an especially accentuated swing to his hips. He’d spent more time than usual beautifying himself in preparation for this, although the difference wouldn’t be particularly noticeable to most. Eye shadow, a touch of lipstick, and a rather lovely perfume he’d picked up in London a few days back; he truly felt like a lady, despite his attire being as it usually was on any given day. He’d momentarily considered wearing a dress, but eventually decided against it, thinking perhaps that it would be just a bit too much.

He’d spent the journey to the manor in contemplation of how he should approach this. He knew it would likely be Sebastian who would answer the door, but if he did not move quickly enough, he’d likely have the door shut in his face. As these thoughts made their way through his mind once more, he noticed that his target was already there, cleaning the doorknocker. A wide grin made its way across his face and his pace quickened significantly. This made things notably easier for the red haired Reaper.

Before he knew it, he was just about running towards Sebastian, seemingly unable to control his nearly inexplicable desire for the demon butler. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he practically flew up them towards the taller male with arms outstretched, readying himself to embrace the only man he figured could make his Will-sama truly jealous.

”Oh, Sebas-chaaan~!”

[OOC;; Bleh, kinda short and crappy. Grell muse isn't working for me.]

[Sebastian Michaelis]

bang bang you're
dead
fifty bullets in your head, but, really, like
that
would have much effect
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Okay, his day didn't need
shaking up that much.

Despite their few and far meetings, that voice was burned
fresh in his mind like a hot iron. A very hot iron.
Sebastian cringed as the not-so-delicate tones of some one
far too familiar filled his ears. The demon turned on his
heel smartly, red eyes narrowing at the rouge image that had
been reflected over his shoulder in the knocker came to
life. And far too close already. Even another shinigami,
even a mortal or a fellow demon, would have been slightly
more pleasureable a sight to behold than Grell Sutcliffe,
scourge of London and lipstick, sprinting towards him.

This day was evidently not going to go his way today, as
before he knew it, the smaller reaper's arms greated him -
minus the pulse of a human, of course - wrapping around him
with astounding accuracy. Arms pinned to his eyes, it was
all he could do to stop himself kicking the redhead in the
groin. Unfortunately, he highly doubted Grell had anything
down there to aim at, so he resisted. Sebastian winched as
Grell's head practically collided with him - and immediately
pushing him back into the door knocker he had just been
cleaning. No doubt smudged now. Great.

"Why today of all days," Sebastian
muttered to himself, then looked in an an irritable fashion
at the shinigami clung to him like a limpet.
"Well, uh, good morning, Grell Sutcliffe. Now
longer a butler, I see." Much as that would have
been apparent from the moment the idiotic redhead dispatched
Madam Red, Sebastian wasn't in the mood for games right now.
He sighed heavily, hands worming up to try and remove the
vicelike grip. "Would you mind leaving? I have
important business this morning to attend to with the young
master."

A lie for sure, but some likes were just neccessary.

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there's not much use
shooting me when i'm evil. this is the life you
see, the devil
tips his hat to me
tagged: grell!
muse: telephone - lady gaga
notes:¬3¬
template: (c)
me!

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