Click...click...click. Sebastian's footsteps echoed around the dark hallways of the Phantomhive manor, making the place seem more like a maze rather than a place for humans to reside. The time was 9:56PM and he was making his way to the young masters' study to get him ready for bed. Very slightly he picked up the pace, ticking things off in his mind as he went; all rooms had been cleaned before six o'clock, supper had been prepared and served at seven, and bed time tea had been served little over an hour ago. Everything appeared to be in order. With a sharp turn right and then a left, he found himself facing the study entrance. "Young Master, it is time for bed. Would you like me to straighten up your paperwork?", he always sorted the paperwork after the boy had gone to bed, but this time..
"NO!" Apparently not. What was he doing in there? "Sir, may I come in? You seem a little...frantic." Sebastian rose one eyebrow, it was most unlike his young master to seem so alarmed, however the response he received was still the same, "NO! hehe...". Oh dear Lord, the boy had company at this hour? And female nonetheless! Clearing his throat he continued, "Shall I at least help you retire for the night?". It wasn't like Sebastian had expected an answer, but when all he got in return was silence he sighed and walked to his office to deal with his own stash of paperwork.
Grell giggled, tucking a strand of red hair behind his ear. "Is he gone? Did we trick him? Can I come out?" The whole situation had gotten his heart racing. Ciel rolled his eyes and gave a rather harsh stare to the red head,"Yes, he is gone. And for god's sake, if you're going to hide do it properly next time! I can hear your heart beat from here!". Desperate to get out of the position he found himself in, Grell crawled out from under Ciel's desk and came uncomfortably close to the boy's shorts. "Oh my!" Grell screeched, before blushing a color that rivaled that of his hair. He was saving himself for his Sebas-chan, and only his Sebas-chan!
The young boy didn't know quite how long he'd be able to deal with the hyperactive reaper, and tried to change the subject quickly, partly to save Grell from his embarrassment but mostly because his office was beginning to smell like a perfume salon. "So yes, you know the arrangements. Sebastian is yours' one day a week from 10PM to 8AM. In return, you, Mr -" Oops, did he prefer to be called a Miss? Ah well, not like it even mattered, he was technically correct the first time, "And in return, you Mr Grell Sutcliff will take up full time employment as my personal guard and secondary butler. Correct?".
The reaper smiled darkly, exposing his spiked teeth, "Oh, I do believe we will find this to be a mutually enjoyable experience.".