"Young Master!"
Sebastian sighed heavily as he shut the closet door. How could one little twelve-year-old vanish so easily?
"Young Master, come out immediately! Your dancing lesson will commence now matter how long you attempt to hide!"
No Young Master.
Sebastian chewed his lip thoughtfully. Where, oh where had that little earl gone?
The thought brought a smile to his lips as he remembered the song he had heard yesterday while out with his master. Almost unconsciously, he began crooning it under his breath as he scanned the room.
"Where, oh where has my little dog gone, where, oh where can he be...?"
The room was empty. Sebastian proceeded into the next. A smile tugged at his lips at the sight, and he sang a bit louder.
"With his hiding cut short and his lesson cut long, where, oh where can he be...?"
A very petulant Ciel Phantomhive crawled out from behind the bookshelf. "Go away."
"I'm afraid, my little dog, that you cannot escape me now." Sebastian cheerily hauled his master to his feet. "To the ballroom with you. We must not keep Madame Bristol waiting."