The next morning, Sebastian woke up and had a feeling that he was supposed to be upset about something…. Oh yes… he thought with immense distaste. Grell Sutcliff. Sebastian got out of bed and got into his butler uniform. He woke up the servants and started making the young master's breakfast. He arrived at Ciel's bedroom and drew the curtains. "Good morning, my lord." Ciel stretched and yawned. He put his eye patch on and stood up so Sebastian could dress him. Sebastian didn't say a word."Don't I have lessons or appointments today, Sebastian?" Sebastian gave him a cold look. "Ah, yes. You're spending the day with Grell. Once I'm done my breakfast and Grell gets here, you may leave." "And what time will my day end, young master?" "Whenever Grell says so." "I was afraid you'd say that." Sebastian muttered as he left the room.
Once Sebastian had put away the breakfast dishes, he heard a knock at the door. Sebastian opened it and there was Grell, the biggest smile on his face. "Oh Sebas-chan! How I've waited for this day!" "Won't you come in?" "Of course." Grell's high heels clicked and clacked against the clean floors of the Phantomhive mansion. "Is that what you're wearing for today?" Grell asked as he looked at Sebastian's clothes. "I hadn't intended on changing my clothes." "Oh but Bassy darling, you can't go out looking like you're my butler." "And why not?" "'Cos your not my butler! You're my date!" Grell said with a hug. "I'm not your-" Sebastian started, but then he remembered Ciel's orders "You will do whatever he asks you to do." Sebastian sighed and said, "As you wish." Sebastian walked off towards his bedroom, Grell right behind him. Sebastian entered his room and closed his door on Grell's face. He "hmpfed" and sat down against the door.
Awhile later it opened and Grell fell down, looking up he saw Sebastian, who was giving him a look of hatred. "Oh Bassy…" He murmured. "You look…." "Different?" "No, no. I can't even describe you… You look sexy…Well, sexier than usual that is." Sebastian sighed, he didn't want to look sexy around Grell, he might try to hit on him. "Ah, Grell, you're here." Sebastian and Grell turned around to see Ciel walking down the hallway towards them. Sebastian felt a bit embarrassed; his master hadn't seen him wear anything but his butler uniform and his tutor outfit. He hadn't even seen Sebastian in his demon form…and now he was going to see Sebastian in plain clothes…How improper, he thought. A master should never see his butler dress in anything other than his uniform. Once Ciel saw what Sebastian was wearing, he looked him up and down, "My my, Sebastian, I didn't know how well you dressed." Sebastian didn't like it that both Grell and his Master had complimented his clothes; they were ordinary clothes, street clothes if you will. He wasn't even trying to look good, he had thrown on something comfortable and appropriate to go "out" with Grell for the day. He was wearing black jeans with an ordinary tee shirt, and a lazy suit jacket. "Sebastian, did you do something to your hair?" Asked Ciel. "No." He replied curtly. "Your hair looks different today." "That would be because I didn't put gel in it. Normally I put gel or hairspray in my hair to make it look proper; a Phantomhive butler can't go around looking sloppy." Ciel nodded in agreement.
Grell hadn't been able to resist the urge to run his fingers through Sebastian's hair. Sebastian turned to give Grell a deadly look, but instead of seeing a lovey-dovey look on his face, he saw tears. Sebastian was shocked. "Grell, w-why are crying?" "No I'm not…" "Yes, you are." "N-no-" "Then why am I wiping your tears away?" Sebasian had pulled out a hankerchief and was gently dabbing at Grell's face, making sure that the tears didn't mess up his makeup. Dried tears look simply horrid, Sebastian thought. Grell was in shock that Sebastian was taking care of him. He lay his hand on Sebastian's that was now re-applying his makeup (He had pick-pocketed Grell to find spare makeup). Sebastian stopped immediately. He look flustered for a minute and put his hankerchief away. He blushed as he turned to find his master probably gawking at him, but he couldn't find Ciel. He had escaped to the kitchens (to ask Baldroy to make him something sweet) once Grell had started to pet Sebastian. Grell looked up at Sebastian in adoration. "What are you looking at?" Sebastian snapped. "You." Grell replied with a sniff. "And why's that?" "'Cos your so… so beautiful." "Let me get this right, your crying because I'm so beautiful?" Grell nodded. "And because I didn't make myself look beautiful…I look horrid compared to you. How embarrassing for a lady to look less beautiful than her companion." Grell felt ashamed… "But you are b-" Sebastian started. He stopped himself immediately, he had almost told Grell he was beautiful. What was going on? He had wiped away Grell's tears, re-applied his makeup and was about to compliment him…This was most unlike Sebastian. Grell looked up at him, expecting him to finish, "Nothing." He murmured.
Sebastian stepped into the kitchen to find Ciel licking the icing off a spatula while Baldroy was placing a cake in the oven. He sighed. "Young master, if you eat sweets now, you won't have any room for-" "Shut up, Sebastian." Sebastian was taken aback. "Excuse me, young master?" "Your not in charge of me today, I make my own decisions. Now go on and have your day with Grell." Ciel made a little "go-on" movement with his hand and went back to licking the icing. He didn't see what happened…Thank God. Sebastian felt somewhat relieved. He still couldn't understand why he had helped Grell.
When Sebastian came into the hallway to start his day with Grell, he noticed immediately that Grell had tried to make himself look better. He had brushed his hair, he had removed creases in his clothes, cleaned his glasses, polished his shoes and was now applying lipstick with the help of a compact mirror. Unfortunately for Grell, he doesn't look very good with lipstick on…especially when he was dressed as a man. But nobody had had the guts to tell him so, to Grell, telling a lady she didn't look good with lipstick was one of the worst insults one could receive. "Uh, Grell.." Sebastian started. "What is it, Bassy?" "Let me help you." Sebastian walked over to Grell and took out his hankerchief again and removed Grell's lipstick, with the help of his spit. "Bassy! What are you doing?!" Grell protested. "I'm helping you look your best. Lipstick, especially this one, doesn't look good on a man." Once Sebastian had finished, his hankerchief looked as if someone had bled a lot, he sighed and went into his room to get a new one. "Oh…I guess with me looking like a man, lipstick doesn't work out very well." Grell grabbed Sebastian's hand and pulled him away. "Grell…. where are we going?" "To my place, of course." "Might I ask why we are going to your place?" "Because a lady needs to change, doesn't she?" Sebastian groaned. He didn't want to go to Grell's house….
