AH AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA~~~

i have watch Kuroshitsuji series till...... 23..
(WHY IS MY PARENT HOME AT 9PM?!! I HAVE YET TO BATHE!!)

.. and decide to. google>fanfiction>kuroshitsuji> for some entertainment.

the reason why i am WTF-ing and ROFLMAO is,

“What I want,” Ciel informed his butler coolly, “is to eat said chocolate sauce off of your chest, Sebastian. More specifically, off of your chest, your stomach, and possibly even your lower extremities.”

A thin eyebrow shot upward. If this was a game, his master was winning: this was twice in the past three minutes that Sebastian had been caught completely off guard, left blinking and baffled. It was long-past time to step things up, on his end. But first, just to make sure he hadn’t misunderstood… “… by ‘lower extremities,’” the butler clarified, in a tone one might use to double check that two and two made four, “I take it you do not mean ‘feet’?”

The boy offered him a pleasant smile. “No, Sebastian. I do not.”

god save me...
omg... i am laughing too much

“A timely suggestion, young master,” the butler murmured, an intentional huskiness sugar-coating the innocent response. “Though I’m afraid there is still a slight problem: through years of servitude, I have come to recognize that the young master is a notoriously messy eater. I fear my shirt will not be the only thing to stain...”

He trailed off, allowing the insult to linger between them; the teenager scowled at the crack, wishing to defend his impeccable manners but knowing that he couldn’t if he wanted to continue. Another point to the servant. “…very true,” Ciel finally agreed (albeit through gritted teeth), as his annoyed grimace melted into a saccharine smile. “Let’s nip the problem in the bud, then, shall we? The pants will have to come off too, just in case.”

Sebastian smirked. “Of course,” he purred, tilting forward: falling into a bow that placed him directly before his young master, eye to eye and nose to nose. Neither blinked, or started, or flinched away. They were both too stubborn and prideful for that. But the demon could sense his prey cracking beneath his mask of imperial boredom… “But if I might take the liberty,” the black-clad devil continued in a whisper, teasing the boy with his hot, sweet breath. “As the young master seems to have an unusual fondness for toppingstonight… Shall I offer him a helping of cream, as well?”

WIN!! ROFL! I AM GONNA CONTINUE IT AFTER I FINISH BATHING!! AHAHAHAHA!!!

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