she gave a stern nod toward the other, her hands holding it as if it were a child ( though her palms were a bit sweaty ).
` mm, okay sir—— i will. ` said before she nearly dropped it.
a sigh left the butler’s lips—a breath he hadn’t been aware of holding in—as she returned the item to its place. he then straightened, brow lowering as his mood changed from anxious to something more akin to business.
A pout spread across her lips at the demon’s words, only worsening at the little sound of delight that came with his voice. “Damn and here I thought you might’ve finally gone and devoured the little brat instead.”
"Ah-ah,“ Sebastian chided, finger waving slightly at Grell. "One mustn’t make such assumptions.” He was enjoying taunting the reaper, so of course he’d lay it on thicker—an expression that was more smug, a tone that was lighter. Call it his ’goodbye’ gift to her.
vision was much too shy to even be directed towards his frame. that alone caused her to be hesitant to even allow a soundto emit from her being. regardless, an inhale swelled her chest, words providing a rather huffy exhale in her tone.
❛ er, uh — excuse me? ❜
the butler tilts his head, chin tucking downward so that he might get a better glimpse of the one asking for his attention. a quizzical brow raises as a smile twitches at his lips. he is to be on his best butler behaviour after all, even if he’s unsure of the girl.
“… What is it you’re on about, child?” A brow hangs high, a judgmental gaze resting upon the demon in guise.
"I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot,” Sebastian finishes. He then gives the other a look. "Guy Fawkes Night—it’s a rather large tradition in England.“
Why are these things always so heavy? The young woman can’t help but internally curse herself for going after something so risky. Especially when the youmu stone in her bag was causing her to walk at a slower pace. Still, it was hard to not look irritated about it, and she might have looked like she wanted to murder some(one/thing) when she bumped into someone quite a bit taller than her.
A halfhearted apology, and she bent down to collect the contents of her bag that had slipped out.
It had been such a lovely day when the butler had first ventured out. The weather had been mild, and his check list was rapidly being completed; he had a small bag of groceries in one hand, and a bag of assorted things that the house had needed in the other. He was on track to return to the Phantomhive house in time to prepare lunch. That is, until bumping into something someone would put him slightly off of schedule.
He stopped in his tracks after making contact, blinking at the girl in question. He shifted the bags around in his arms so that he could offer his hand for her to stand up—he was, after all, the Phantomhive’s Butler—an air of apology covering his features. He would be nice—she was only a child.
"My apologies,“ said Sebastian. "Are you alright?"
the butler’s gaze shifts, from eyeing the body at his feet, to the voice he hears. there’s a certain disinterest about his features.
”yes,” there isn’t a need to mince words. a pause, then a tick of a smile at his lips as he tilts his head. ”though I wouldn’t say there was a weinvolved, hm?”
