"Bochan, please,"
The butler sighed, looking up at nothing in particular. He was irritated, and cramped in his confinement. Sebastian was certainly not enjoying such treatment from his young master. The corner of his lips twitched in annoyance as his elbow hit the side of the wooden crate, yet again. The crate itself was far too small for the tall, slender butler, and had left him in such a position that could only be described as embarrassing… and perhaps violating to Sebastian.
"You think you can put me in a box and get away with it, Sebastian?" Ciel asked, kicking his heel into the crate for the umpteenth time that morning, "What on earth made you think that was acceptable?"
Another irritated sigh poured from the butlers lips. In a moment of immaturity, he kicked at the side of the box, only to be shifted into a more uncomfortable position. He groaned in frustration, and tried to move back, only to fail. Miserably. He hadn't been paying attention to how he long he had been in the box, but for the love of god, he felt like he had been in there for days.
"Fine. Fine, bochan, I apologize."
"Apologize?"
"Yes. I'm sorry"
There was silence from outside the crate, and Sebastian listened intently to it, wondering if his master had in fact moved off the box. But no. Instead, all the butler heard, was the irritating tapping of Ciels heel against the crate side again. And again. And again. He pursed his lips in annoyance and glared up at the dark surroundings of the crate.
"If you insist on acting like a child, I will treat you like one,"
"Try me, Sebastian,"
"I will count to three, bochan."
"Oh. I'm so scared"
"One.."
Ciel cocked his head to the side and listened to his butler, tapping his fingers on the crate a little. He had known Sebastian was liable to becoming irritated, but usually it would be from Grell's 'romantic' approaches, or Elizabeth's disgustingly pink bonnet.
"Two... Don't make me count to three, bochan."
The young earl let out a small laugh, and kicked the crate again. Hearing Sebastian act like a parent was amusing to Ciel. It would have appeared that the butler had forgotten his place. He was beneath Ciel. Literally.
"Oh Sebastian, I'm so terri-"
"Three."
Without much of a warning, Ciel found himself thrown from the box top onto the floor, a rather... pissed off Sebastian looming over him, holding the crate. He smirked evilly. Had the earl still been human, Sebastian may not have been so cruel... and yet; the earl was not human. Like Sebastian himself, the earl was merely a demon.
Before Ciel had any chance to protest, or stop the butler, Sebastian had slammed the box down over him, encasing him in the darkness he had previously experienced. He smirked to himself, and sat atop the box, mimicking his master. He folded one leg over the other, and rested his hands on the edge of the crate. The heel of his shoe clicked against the side of the crate repeatedly, only provoking the small, angry demon inside the container.
He almost laughed as he heard Ciels screeching protests from inside, and the sounds of the earls fists and feet coming into contact with the wood were beyond amusing for him. This had to have been the third, maybe fourth, time he had placed Ciel in such a predicament.
"Now, now, boxchan," he cooed, "let's play nice."