"So, what's the plan, man?" asked a certain menace. The demons were en route to Phantomhive manor in their black Mercedes, including Sebastian, who secretly wished that the car was a Rolls Royce. The demonic duo sat in the backseat as per usual and discussed their agenda.
"First thing's first: we contact H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G." Ciel replied. "This is their jurisdiction, now, and they will want to know. Then, we pass on the information that we have, try to cut Baldassare's deal, and then we wait."
"Aw, I was hoping for some adventure." Alois stated.
"We don't know if we're not going to be involved. Baldassare is my informant, so if they need any more information, they'll have to go through me to get to him." Spoke the Phantomhive. "Besides, I still have to plan that thing for FUNTOM."
"What kind of a Boss are you, if you can't do both?" his beau jested.
"A damned overworked one."
"And now you know how Sebastian probably feels." Alois said, causing the bluenette to frown and the man up front to snort. "Is it, though, Sebastian? Is it?"
"Not really." The butler said. "I've had plenty of practice juggling all of my duties. It becomes a little more difficult with each new addition, but I manage."
"Are you calling me a burden, Bass-man?"
"Do you want the actual answer, or the one I just made up?" Sebastian asked, causing the blonde in the back seat to laugh.
"The actual one." Alois said.
"Well, then, I'd say that at first, you were extremely bothersome, but since you've calmed down, you're not a problem at all." The man answered. "It's quite nice to not have to apologise to your school anymore."
"Was I that bad?"
"Jim, you threatened Kristopherson with an improvised billy-club that you made by putting coins in a sock your first year of school." The watchdog pointed out.
"I've just become more civilized, I suppose~!" his beau practically sang. The blonde arched an eyebrow when he heard the bluenette stifle a snicker. "What?"
"When you shouted at Baldassare, you started matching his 'thug-talk'." Ciel said, causing the blonde to blush. Blood only continued to rush to his cheeks as the man in the driver's seat chuckled as well.
"I did not!" Alois protested. "I don't talk like that."
"I don't mean to speak out of turn, Mister Trancy," the butler began, "but I do recall Luka commenting on your accent when he first started living with us. He said you 'talked fancy'."
"Fine… I used to, but I don't now!" insisted the menace. "Do you know how many lessons I had to take to get rid of it?!"
"Why are you embarrassed by it?" Ciel asked. "You were really intimidating. I thought I might not have been able to restrain you." He smiled as the blonde looked out the window with a pout.
"You know, I can speak four different languages, but I really don't think I could imitate that accent." He added. Ciel could see Alois grin at the thought in the reflection of the glass.
"I would kill to hear that." The blonde stated. Once again, he turned to face the bluenette. "Do it."
"What? Right now?" asked the Phantomhive.
"Do it." Alois said again, with a little more force.
The smile on his face never wavered as he saw the bluenette utter a sigh. Glancing toward the front of the car, Ciel could see the butler's eyes reflected in the mirror. He didn't have to see his mouth to know that he was greatly amused by the prospect. The head of the family furrowed his brow and looked down at the floor.
"Let's see… What was it…?" he trailed off, trying to think how the blonde had spoken. With a deep breath, he looked at the blonde again and spoke.
"'Wha'd you fucking say?'" Ciel quoted. "'I'm gonna beat the shit outta that assclown!" A blush spread across his face as stifled laughter could be heard from the front seat and as his boyfriend erupted into a cackling fit.
"Oh my god!" Alois howled, trying to cover his mouth with one hand and clutch at his stomach with the other. "I-! I can't—I can't believe you said that with a straight face~!"
"Shut up!" The bluenette demanded before turning his attention to the driver. "You too! Both of you be quiet!"
"I'm sorry, master, but… That was truly terrible." Sebastian snickered. "Perhaps you should practice more."
"Yeah! With enough practice, you can pass for lower-class, too!" Alois chimed in, resting his arm on the back of the seat. "Think you should stick to being the 'suave' sort of villain. Leave the thuggy-shit to me!"
"Mister Trancy, I hardly think the master counts as 'suave'…"
"He does when he's in 'villain-mode'!"
"I thought I told you two to be quiet!" barked the Phantomhive.
"Oh, so you're allowed to make fun of my accent from when I was a poor-boy, but we can't make fun you when you try to do it? I see. I see how it is, Ciel." Jested the menace. "Classism at its finest."
"I wasn't making fun of you!" Ciel protested. He opened his mouth to continue but closed it quickly. Then, he turned his eyes toward the floor again before mumbling: "I… I actually thought it was kind of… cool."
Alois immediately perked up. His icy-blue eyes stared at the Phantomhive, much to his beau's discomfort, before pouncing on the other man. The blonde wrapped his arms around Ciel before saying: "You're so cute!" at the top of his lungs. He then turned his gaze to the front seat as the bluenette struggled in his grip.
"Sebastian! Sebastian! Can we keep him?" he playfully asked the butler.
"I suppose we have to." The older demon jested in response. "Please take good care of him." To that, the bluenette nearly growled.
"I hate you both so much!"
