"It was you. YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Ciel, face reddened in extreme anger, pointed a British, slender, and prepubescent finger at the kitten.
The mostly oblivious tabby cat paid no attention to the anguished boy and resumed cleaning itself.
"DON'T YOU DARE IGNORE ME YOU STUPID CAT! I'M CIEL F*CKING PHANTOMHIVE! DON'T. YOU. DARE. DO YOU KNOW HOW AWESOME I AM? I'M SO AWESOME IT HURTS. I CAUSE DEMONGASMS BY THE THOUSANDS AND AM SAID TO HAVE THE MOST DELICIOUS SOUL IN EXISTENCE. I PIMP – SLAPPED A DEMON, RUN A COMPANY AT AGE TWELVE, AND HAVE THE ABILITY TO LOOK MANLY IN HEELS. I WEAR AN EYEPATCH. A FRACKING EYEPATCH. SOD OFF! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? STEALING MY SEBASTIAN AWAY FROM ME! GAH! HERE I AM, SOUL READY FOR THE TAKING, SEXIER THAN ANYTHING, AND HE INSTEAD PAYS ATTENTION TO YOU. YOU, A "CUTE LITTLE KITTY."I WILL END YOU."
"Well, my young lord, it appears you have developed quite a bit of jealousy." Sebastian stepped out from behind the magnate, still red from his screaming match. Sweatdrop.
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carriage