Author's Note: This is a request for SourCreamAndOnionPringles, A.K.A. my friend, Lyssa. I've never written something for a crack pairing before so we'll see how this extremely short one-shot goes. ^^
The loud patter of Tyki's polished shoes rang through the enormous hall. Adorning his muscular figure was a fine suit, the same ebony black as his shoes. Perched over his curly black hair was a tall top hat of the uniform color. He held a large platter with a telephone situated on it. Tyki paused to knock at a large double door towards the back of the stately mansion.
"Come in," a deep, jolly voice called.
Tyki entered the Lord Millennium's room and held the phone out to him. The Earl picked up the receiver and spoke to the operator about some silverware company.
To any normal person, The Earl was an intimidating and odd man. However, Tyki was anything but and had great feelings for his master. Tyki tapped his foot silently, hoping that The Lord would stop rambling about grapefruit spoons. A few minutes later, The Earl hung up and Tyki set the phone on the nightstand.
"Thank you, My Pet," The Earl said jovially.
Tyki bowed his head. Tyki tended to be cold toward people, but he didn't mind his Master's endearing little name.
"Is there anything else I can assist you with?" What Tyki really wanted was more affection than a cute nickname, but a butler can't request things from his master.
"Did you check to see if Rhode needs anything?"
"Yes. She seems pretty content playing with your old umbrella." Tyki's younger sister lived in the mansion as well. Rhode was a spoiled brat to Tyki, but The Earl treated her as a daughter.
"Rhode really likes that thing, doesn't she? I wish she would let me play with her more often."
"She is fourteen and though Rhode's immature, we shouldn't baby her as much. I don't want some codependent freak as a sister."
"Now, now My Pet. I think she should have fun while she's still a child."
"Rhode is fourteen, Lord. Maybe we should get her a more strict tutor."
"That's not your place, I have the money here."
Tyki was silent, knowing that he'd crossed a line.
The Earl patted the spot next to him on the large bed. "It's always cold here in the winter, sit next to me, My Pet."
Despite The Earl's trench coat and stature, he complained about the temperature a lot. Tyki quickly obliged though.
In his impatience with his Master's phone call, Tyki hadn't noticed the fire opposite the bed. He adjusted his suit, which was getting tangled in the mass of blankets. Tyki was about to change his position when he discovered that he really should just take his blazer off, it was awfully hot.
Why did Master say he was cold what with the blankets and fire? Tyki thought.
The Earl slipped an arm around Tyki's waist.
"Thank you, My Pet," he said simply.