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[There's the Earl he knows.] I'll be waiting.
[And waiting, he is. At the stove, as promised, already wrapped in apron. But rather than messing about with the chocolate he promised to make, he's tending tea, waiting for the boy to return home.]
[And waiting, he is. At the stove, as promised, already wrapped in apron. But rather than messing about with the chocolate he promised to make, he's tending tea, waiting for the boy to return home.]
[Oh no. What did the boy do? He comes home from work, as usual, a little tired, but not enough that he'd miss the new dark mass in the room. He has to stop and approach it slowly, more and more sure of what it is before he ever actually reaches it]
[Those cupcakes. The pink bow. He's sure of what it is, but he's not assuming he knows what it's for, other than a good time, so he goes about the house, looking for Ciel.] Milord?
[Those cupcakes. The pink bow. He's sure of what it is, but he's not assuming he knows what it's for, other than a good time, so he goes about the house, looking for Ciel.] Milord?
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[He technically did nothing. At least, that's what he'll insist. Money exchanged hands and a piano was delivered, he could plead the fifth on everything after the money left his hands.
Except maybe when it comes to the cupcakes. Those very clearly are his handiwork.
He'll find Ciel lounging in their room, reading one of Undertaker's fantasy novels. And when he hears that voice, he looks up and smiles.] I didn't hear you get home.
Except maybe when it comes to the cupcakes. Those very clearly are his handiwork.
He'll find Ciel lounging in their room, reading one of Undertaker's fantasy novels. And when he hears that voice, he looks up and smiles.] I didn't hear you get home.
[He can hope at least. But he's not left wanting for long at all. By the time Ciel gets to him, he's sitting at the table with a cup of tea ready in front of him, looking through a recipe book as best he can read it. He looks up when the boy approaches.]
I did. Would you like tea before we start?
I did. Would you like tea before we start?
[Without waiting for an invitation, he steps to the foot of the bed and drapes himself across it with a grin.]
You didn't miss much, though I think I did. Seems we have acquired something new and rather large while I was gone. I wonder how that happened?
You didn't miss much, though I think I did. Seems we have acquired something new and rather large while I was gone. I wonder how that happened?
[He moves right up to Undertaker's side, peeking at the book and smiling a little still.]
Mm, that sounds like a good idea actually. That way we'll have something else to focus on instead of sampling the chocolate. [Except that probably won't stop him.]
Mm, that sounds like a good idea actually. That way we'll have something else to focus on instead of sampling the chocolate. [Except that probably won't stop him.]
[He doesn't expect that to stop him at all from getting chocolate all over them, once it's done. The book is more or less forgotten as soon as Ciel mentions tea, and though it's not the parlor and the boy isn't his guest, he'll set that aside and get up to make him a cup.]
I expect you should anyway. I'll be doing enough of that myself. How else will we know if we get it right?
I expect you should anyway. I'll be doing enough of that myself. How else will we know if we get it right?
[He's lazy, and it's a good bed!]
A few hours? I'll have to be more watchful. Goodness knows anything could have happened. Might be a violin decides to show up one day and move in with it, or a harp. We might have the full orchestra in our living room and I'd not even notice until they started playing. What a terrible roommate and guardian am I!
A few hours? I'll have to be more watchful. Goodness knows anything could have happened. Might be a violin decides to show up one day and move in with it, or a harp. We might have the full orchestra in our living room and I'd not even notice until they started playing. What a terrible roommate and guardian am I!
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[He agrees!]
The harp would be awfully lonely though, I'm not sure if anyone here knows how to play it. [Another little laugh and Ciel shakes his head.]
You're a wonderful guardian. You keep me safe and fed and healthy when I would otherwise neglect myself.
The harp would be awfully lonely though, I'm not sure if anyone here knows how to play it. [Another little laugh and Ciel shakes his head.]
You're a wonderful guardian. You keep me safe and fed and healthy when I would otherwise neglect myself.
[And he'll help the best he can, getting out the sugar and some biscuits for them to nibble on awhile. In another life, he might have been a good helper.]
Well... Sampling and sneaking tastes are different. [Which implies he'd be trying some anything.]
Well... Sampling and sneaking tastes are different. [Which implies he'd be trying some anything.]
Eh. [He shrugs a shoulder and nestles in against his own arm a little before sitting up again.] Someone might learn, but I'm loathe to lose my fingernails over it. Might be we can persuade your father to learn.
[Following that claim that he's a good guardian, he reaches for one of those feet and gives it a light pull toward him.] Am I? Whatever else I am, I'd like you to enjoy what you've done as much as I will. Come, milord.
[Following that claim that he's a good guardian, he reaches for one of those feet and gives it a light pull toward him.] Am I? Whatever else I am, I'd like you to enjoy what you've done as much as I will. Come, milord.
[That's his good little chef's assistant.]
I expect there should be a good bit of this. If you don't, well, what good are you? I'll not make this for myself.
I expect there should be a good bit of this. If you don't, well, what good are you? I'll not make this for myself.
[Just a soft, lighthearted, little scoff.] You were able to swing that scythe around so casually on the Campania, I can't imagine a harp would ruin your nails.
[A little almost-squeak slips out and he shifts until he's laying beside him.] What I've done?
[He'll play innocent as long as he can. Watch him.]
[A little almost-squeak slips out and he shifts until he's laying beside him.] What I've done?
[He'll play innocent as long as he can. Watch him.]
[Of course he does.]
Especially then. I'll insist we use it all for something or another.
Especially then. I'll insist we use it all for something or another.
[Oh, this Earl.] You may be surprised. And yet you may not. They can be changed, but I like it when they're visible. [And for that, he reaches to give that head a gentle scritch with them before pulling back and scooting off the bed and drawing that leg and the boy with him, if he can.]
What, indeed? I think you know well enough.
What, indeed? I think you know well enough.
They can? [Actually, as he thinks about that, it makes sense.] I guess I'd thought you had just cut them when we were both at Weston. Since those gloves would never had fit otherwise.
[When he's tugged along, he lets out a half-hearted little squeak and lets himself be tugged.]
Maybe it was father? [One last try.]
[When he's tugged along, he lets out a half-hearted little squeak and lets himself be tugged.]
Maybe it was father? [One last try.]
[To show off a little, he lifts his hands and lets his nails shorten as he does so with a grin.] Just like so. [They grow back again to length and he lets Ciel's foot to the floor so he can offer that hand out to help him up from the bed.] I wasn't fond of those gloves, if you'd like to know. The material was soft, but it takes away from the feel of things. When you start to lose your eyesight like I have, the other senses make up for it.
[And he's not convinced!] I doubt it was.
[And he's not convinced!] I doubt it was.
[Between them? Never.]
If we can't, I can find a recipe book in the library, but I had a few ideas on that too. [Here, have tea.]
If we can't, I can find a recipe book in the library, but I had a few ideas on that too. [Here, have tea.]
[He'll just take a moment to stare, a little disturbed and a little bit in awe. That certainly makes sense.
It's distracting enough that it takes him a moment to reach out and take that hand as he gets up.] You were disguised really well. I would never have guessed it was you. Especially if you hadn't chosen to invite me to the Midnight Tea Party.
[He tried at least! And just lets out a soft little sigh and smiles.] I suppose... I've run out of excuses.
It's distracting enough that it takes him a moment to reach out and take that hand as he gets up.] You were disguised really well. I would never have guessed it was you. Especially if you hadn't chosen to invite me to the Midnight Tea Party.
[He tried at least! And just lets out a soft little sigh and smiles.] I suppose... I've run out of excuses.
Decoration, cakes, chocolate milk... They have all manner of recipes that use this stuff and I'm curious as ever.
[He gets himself a bit of tea and sits with Ciel to finish it.] The big question is, what do we try first?
[He gets himself a bit of tea and sits with Ciel to finish it.] The big question is, what do we try first?
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