Advantages of Too Much Sugar
Sebastian tugged on the ends of the coat to no avail. A single button fell in proper position followed by a curving line of brassy circles that fell embarrassingly short. Sebastian glanced up apologetically.
"Forgive my impertinence, young master, but may I suggest refraining from this afternoon's sweets?"
Ciel grimaced. His own small hands grappled with the fabric unsuccessfully. "Perhaps I'm growing."
Sebastian tutted and released the material lest he pop the stitching.
"I fear I have failed my duty. As Phantomhive's butler, I believe it necessary to place certain dietary restrictions on the household until the situation can be remedied."
His master's eye twitched. His lips pressed into a thin line. "We'll try another," he said glancing at the wardrobe where his small collection of fine coats hung. "Where is my fencing gear?"
"The young master wishes to exercise?" Sebastian said hopefully. Ciel twisted away. His heels landed heavily on the wooden floor toward the dresser. A blue eye glared over his shoulder contemptuously.
"I will comply with your lessons, demon, but understand-- there will be no more talk of restrictions."
Sebastian inclined his head with a smile. He slipped the coat off slender shoulders and, while the boy turned before the mirror from one angle to the next, discreetly removed the pins tightening the folds of a favorite blue coat.