I don't own Black buttler, or Sebastan.
It was late november, and Ceil was frezing. Sebastian had found him some winter cloaths but they hadn't fit him. They were all eather two sizes too big, or a size too small. Instead Sebastion had wraped him up in a blacnket, and had left promising on finding something warm for his young master. That was two hours ago. In his defence Ceil was tiny for his age, making it hard to find anything adult like for him.
Dispite being a chiald, Ceil was very much a adult. He dresed and acted like one. He wore a nice buttin up shirt, trousers, a belt, a cravat and nice shoes. He also often wore a cloack. He liked being formal, he realy did. But at his size, there was only realy a kids option, and some teen cloaths.
"Master! Lookie hear!" Mey-Rin yelled running into the room, holding a black book with two wight leters in fancy cursive on the spine. "S.W? So you think it's Sebatians?" She yelled tripping ober the chair leg. Ceil had to give that one to her. He had forgoten to put it back and someone was bound to trip over it's curent position.
"Sorry Mey-Rin. That one was my fault." Ceil said, a tad annoyed. Were had she found something like that.
"Where did you get that May-Rin?" He continued looking at her sternly.
"In the hall, I triped over it you see. When I picked it up to ask whos it was, no one was there." She was exited and a deep shade of pink. Ceil could not help but think of one of Lizzy's dresses. this thoght earned a smirk, but only a small one that was gon as soon as it came.
"Let me see that." Ceil demandedd, curius as well. Looking at the cover he sighed, it was definitly Sebastian's. There on the cover was a wight outline forming a cat, clearly hand drawn. Ceil hated to admit it, but it was prity impresive.
"It is definitly Sebastian's." Ceil said showing Mey-Rin the cat. She squeled and turned from that fancy dress pink, right to tomato red.
"I don't think he would apretiate you having this." Ceil said, more to see her reaction then anything. Mey-Rin went to a hole new shade of red, almost that of some of the wine in the celler, then she went throgh several saids, befor pailing right out. Ceil was a bit dazled at first. He had never seen a person go thrugh somany shades of rd and pink befor. "Are you alright?" He asked a tad concerned. Mey-Rin nodded, befor running off.
'I don't think he will mind too much if I take a small peek. It migt help me understand him a bit more.' Ceil thoght, curiosity peacking. Quickly he turned to the first page.