Sebastian and Ciel entered the small establishment, both cringing at the smell that wafted throughout the space. What an awful place the twenty-first century was, what with its many fast food restaurants (this Burger King was particularly uncleanly, probably due to the location). Ignoring the stares from the dining customers, they approached the cashier, the Phantomhive earl of course leading while Sebastian followed closely at his heels. What a strange sight they were; a young boy with an eyepatch and navy hair and a tall, handsome man with red eyes. When the woman behind the register looked up from her nails and into the eyes of the demon butler, her face heated up.

She gave them a close-lipped smile, her voice surprisingly steady. "How may I help you?"

"Ah," Ciel began, his eyes still scanning the menu above her head. "I'll have a... large caramel frappe. Extra whipped cream."

"Will that be all?"

Ciel opened his mouth to confirm that that would indeed be all, but Sebastian leaned forward, quietly speaking into his ear: "Bocchan, I apologize for intruding, but you should get something to eat as well."

The cashier's eyes widened a bit; Did he really just call that little kid 'master'?

Said 'little kid' frowned, considering Sebastian's advice. It had been over 5 hours since he had last eaten, and now that he thought about it, he was a bit hungry. However, he was a bit hesitant to order food from this… place. Deciding that he didn't care, he turned his head to the side, addressing his butler. "Very well, Sebastian," He looked back at the woman. "I will also have a plain cheeseburger."

She nodded, raising her hand to the screen in front of her, presumably adding it to his order. "That'll be six twenty-three." Sebastian stepped forward, digging into his pockets to retrieve the money while Ciel stared at nothing in particular, lost in his thoughts. The food paid for, Sebastian gently laid his hand on the boy's shoulder and guided him to the side of the counter to wait. Surprisingly, Ciel did not complain at the contact.

"Hey, Sebastian," The young earl said softly, his voice thoughtful.

"Yes, Bocchan?"

"Would you like anything?"

For a moment, the demon was positively confused. Ciel Phantomhive? Taking into account his desires? What was he even referring to? The usually witty butler was stumped for more than seven seconds before it dawned upon him: he wanted to know if he would like anything to eat. He considered making a joke about his master's soul, but decided against it; a cranky Ciel was not something he needed.

"How… unusually kind of you to offer," Sebastian responded finally, a warm smile on his face, eyes amused. "But I have to decline. I rarely eat, and when I do, it is not food of this kind."

Ciel narrowed his visible eye at him, crossing his arms and turning away with a huff. It was quite adorable to the demon. "Of course the one time I offer to do something for you, it is not satisfactory. How utterly Sebastian-like."

The man frowned at this, but it was replaced with a grin as an idea popped into his tainted mind. It was quite risky, but he knew Ciel wouldn't throw a fit in public. So, stepping closer to the boy, he wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned in, his breath hot against Ciel's ear; "I could name something else that would be very satisfactory for the both of us, Bocchan."

Biting her lip, the cashier forced herself to direct her attention elsewhere, feeling dirty for enjoying the interaction between the odd pair. I knew I should have taken the day off!

Ripping himself out of the older man's grasp, Ciel whipped around to face him, a dark blush painted on his cheeks. His voice was a hushed yell; "Sebastian, cut it out!" Sebastian shrugged as if to say, "Okay, geez, I get it," and shifted his weight onto his left foot, eyes wandering nonchalantly, but his thoughts were quite the opposite: he was pleased with his master's reaction.

The long-awaited large caramel frappe with extra whipped cream and a plain cheeseburger on a tray was slid onto the counter by one of the workers, nodding at Ciel. Sebastian lifted the tray and followed his master to a suitable table (not dirty). Having found one, Ciel sat down and crossed his legs. He rested his elbow on the table and used one hand to rest his chin in while the other was held out expectantly. Sebastian handed him the caramel concoction before settling in the stool beside his and politely inquired, "How is it, Bocchan?"

Ciel sniffed. "Quite good."

"Very good, Bocchan."

He gave his butler a brief dirty look before returning to staring into space and delicately sipping his quite good drink. Sebastian resisted the urge to snicker; he was such a girl, so careful and collected. He enjoyed observing the boy at times like this, when he wasn't actively controlling his actions. Ciel was just being himself and the demon found it fascinating. The earl on the other hand, did not enjoy being blatantly stared at, especially to the point where he could actually feel the demon's eyes on him. So he turned his head and looked into his crimson eyes, attitude and sassiness evident: "Do you have an issue of some sort, Sebastian?"

The urge to laugh at this point was almost unbearable. Almost. "Not at all, Bocchan. What makes you think so?"

"Oh, I don't know…" His voice trailed off, eyes drifting to the window before turning his gaze back to those cool pools of red and continuing, voice sharp as a cook's knife, "Perhaps the fact that you are eyeing me as if have two dodo bird penises protruding from my back."

Sebastian simply couldn't hold it in; he burst out into hysterical laughter, his entire body shaking. Every single person turned to stare at him, which made Ciel lower his head in embarrassment. Moments passed, but the demon showed no signs of stopping his mad giggling, so the boy took it as an invitation to smack him, hard. This did not completely shut up the man, but he did lower his voice before clearing his throat multiple times and say, "I apologize sincerely, Bocchan. It's just, I've never heard you say something so vulgar."

Ciel gave a coy smile, cheeks pink (this made Sebastian's heart skip a beat) and let out a content sigh, taking a long sip of his drink before replying. "I suppose it was pretty inappropriate of me…"

"Oh, Bocchan," Sebastian said, his voice dreamy, "It would be so lovely if you were inappropriate more often."

Another smack. More sipping. Awkward coughs and clearing of the throat. Finally, Ciel ceased slurping and groaned, pushing the drink in front of his butler. "Here, Sebastian, you may have the rest. I'm absolutely full."

Sebastian was all too eager to put his mouth on the straw that his master's had previously been on, and Ciel noticed this with a heavy gulp and averting of eyes. Sipping once again filled the silence. To keep himself occupied (for he wasn't used to waiting on the butler) the boy kicked his legs back and forth. For a drink from Burger King, it had been surprisingly delectable, but too much of something good can sometimes be tiresome…

"So, Bocchan. Have you any idea what you will do once we return home?"

"Not a clue."

"I see…"

A sniff. "Indeed."

"How are you getting on?"

"Quite."

"What?"

"Shut up, Sebastian."

Sebastian obeyed wordlessly, taking a final sip of his master's drink before he deemed it empty. He was about to announce that they should be getting on their way, but then he realized that the burger had remained untouched. "Bocchan, it seems we have forgotten of the cheeseburger's existence."

At the mention of the food, Ciel's eyes turned to it. Indeed it had been forgotten; it was probably cold by now. "Gah, I don't care. Give it to one of the servants if you must."

"Yes, Bocchan." The man got on his feet and pulled out his master's stool. His gloved hand took Ciel's bare one, assisting him in reaching the ground safely. Sebastian tucked the wrapped burger into his coat pocket and followed Ciel out of the restaurant, smirking inwardly at the eyes that followed them.

Once they were on the street, Ciel looked up at his butler. The air was cold and each breath he took in stung, but in a nice, refreshing way. There was nobody in sight, which the boy took comfort in. "Sebastian?"

Hearing his name, he peered at Ciel through his hair, which had somehow gotten in his face. "Yes, Bocchan?"

Ciel suddenly stopped walking, which made Sebastian pause as well. He was honestly curious as to what his young master was going to say, it bothered him a bit. He could see the boy's clenched hand was trembling, and he was pretty sure that if he could see his face, there'd be a pretty pink blush adorned on it.

Suddenly not afraid to speak, Ciel spun on his heel, facing the demon. "What were you referring to earlier, Sebastian… The thing that would be satisfactory for the both of us?"

Sebastian smirked.