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“Why yes, sir. As you know, sleep is not exactly my idea of a good time.”

Sebastian never understood what went through his young lord’s head. The poor boy witnessed many troublesome things in his lifetime, not ever complaining. Of course, revenge was what drove the child, it ate at his very soul. In a way it was a sauce to the already delicious treat. Flavoring each and every crumb, until the pit of Sebastian’s stomach was filled to the very brim. Anyone else would have felt bad for the child, losing both of his parents, as well as his home, in a terrible fire. Sebastian was a different case, if it wasn’t for those events, the master’s intentions would show no sign of hatred. Which in return, as already stated, would mean the sauce to the delicacy, would not exist. Thus making Ciel Phantomhive’s soul, another dull and boring meal for the demon. That is why even with all the painful feelings that stitched themselves to his master, Sebastian still shapes the future. He adds more and more sauces, using the master as a pawn of his own to fill that crave of hunger. 

The world truly was cruel.

“Of course master, I would never dawdle. If I did, then what kind of a Butler would I be?” Sebastian moved himself closer to the earl, placing his gloved hands around the siding of the tray. The now empty tea cup settled onto the aluminum, signaling the tray’s retreat. With that, Sebastian lifted the solid dish off of the wooden desk, listening to his master’s words before taking his leave. “Yes my lord, I will see to it that this order is complete before the sun’s fall.” The free hand of the butler took the white material out of the boy’s hand. Slipping the papers under his arm and against his side, the slender man turned on heels. Gracefully, he stepped across the room.

Stopping inches from the exit, the butler opened his lips once more to speak. “Is that all, master?”

An annoyed sigh and the roll of his eyes followed after Sebastian said one of his “lines” again. The demon was only pretending to be a butler. He was faking his role so Ciel didn’t understand the need for Sebastian to be so passionate. Then again, his passion is what made him such a useful servant to himself. The random thought dismissed itself from Ciel’s mind. It didn’t matter if Sebastian was fraudulent in his actions as a butler, as long as he got his work done. The bluenette preferred that his demon butler stay there, just because if he finished any other papers, he could hand them off immediately. But that would restrain Sebastian from his duties, so he concluded that holding on to the finished papers until he was finished wouldn’t be too bad.

“Yes, that’s everything,” he replied, then put both hands on his head and pulled his hair away from his face in slight frustration at all the work. It usually didn’t bother him so much. He was always able to focus because he knew as a CEO, he had to. But he was squirming in his chair and it was taking him longer to read over his papers than normal. He figured his concentration issues were because of his longing to sleep. 

“Sebastian!” he called out again to the butler, his left hand dropping lazily onto the papers. “Bring me something sweet.” Sugar usually kept him from dozing off.