"It's not funny Sebastian." Replied Ciel, thin arms crossed over his chest. The small boy was standing on the side of the road, accompanied by his butler, awaiting the coach that was to take the pair home. The boy had been grumpy since the meeting and had been walking around with his shoulders hunched and his brow was furrowed so deeply, Sebastian thought that the poor boys face might become stuck like that. Just the sight of him made Sebastian chuckle.
"Oh I do believe it is my lord." He spoke smoothly, coming over to stand by the young boy. Ciel scowled and turned away from the butler.
"No. It wasn't." A playful smile danced across Sebastian's face. He placed a glove hand on the boys shoulder.
"Now, Now my dear Lord, if that had happened to someone else, I'm sure you would find it hilarious." Ciel seemed to ponder this for a moment before shrugging.
"IF it had happened to someone else, but it didn't! It happened to me and it was positively mortifying!"
Sebastian's chuckled made itself known again, a deep and rumbling sound deep within his chest. "My lord it wasn't that bad."
Ciel spun around so fast to face Sebastian; he thought he might lose his eye patch. "Not that bad! Not that bad! How can you say that! I tripped in front of some of the most important noblemen and business men! And on top of that, I broke a very expensive tea cup that I now have to pay for!" By the time Ciel was finished with his mini-rant he was completely out of breath and Sebastian was doing his best to suppress his chortle from becoming a full blown outburst. "My lord," he said returning his hand to his shoulder. "It was funny."
"It was not!" shouted Ciel. In his fit of embarrassment and rage, Ciel stumbled slightly over an elevated cobblestone. Sebastian chuckled again. Ciel was fuming.
"Sebastian nock it off!" Sebastian took in a breath, hoping to control himself. It really was funny seeing Ciel this way. "My Lord," he said his eyes glinting playfully, "You need to learn to laugh at yourself a bit. It might be good for you."
Ciels scowl deepened, but he said nothing. Instead, he glanced over at the busy street in front of him. He was thankful when he saw the carriage fast approaching, the clouds over-head threatened to cry soon. And he would not enjoy being out when that happened. The large heavy set of beauties halted in front of him as the coachman carefully set down the reins and hopped down from his pedestal to open the door.
"After you, my Lord." Spoke Sebastian, his red eyes reflecting in the daytime light. Ciel sighed and began stepping up into the coach. "I can handle it." Hissed Ciel when the coachman offered a hand for assistance.
"I'm sorry sir," apologized Sebastian, bowing respectfully, "he's just having one of those days."
Ciel looked back to scowl at his butler, but in the midst of turning around, the poor boy lost his footing and ended up missing the step to the cab. With a loud bang followed by a shout of angry frustration from Ciel. He slipped off the side of the carriage, bashing his knee against the stair on the way down. The coachman attempted to catch him by the arm, but since no one was really anticipating the fall, his reaction time was a little late.
"My Lord." Exclaimed Sebastian, moving quickly to catch the boy from behind before he could damage himself further. "Are you hurt?" asked Sebastian, still attempting to stifle a laugh. Ciel shoved away from his butler. "I'm fine." Was his reply. Ciel began hobbling towards the carriage.
"Master."
"What."
"You're Limping."
"I'm fine." Came the monotone reply. The small boy continued limping towards the carriage once more. Sebastian sighed. "Let me help you, My Lord. This just isn't your day today."
"Shut up. I said I'm fine." Said Ciel curtly before lifting himself, successfully this time, into the carriage. Sebastian rolled his eyes, walking over towards the carriage. "I'm sorry about that." Apologized Sebastian again to the poor coach man.
"Sebastian, let's go!" came Ciels irritable voice from the carriage.
"I'm coming, My Lord." Said Sebastian turning to get into the carriage. But, as Sebastian lifted himself to get into the carriage, a loud thump echoed through the coach.
"Ah! Bloody Hell." Grumbled Sebastian rubbing the top of his head and sitting down in the seat. Ceil stole a glance at the butler rubbing his head and a small smile appeared on his face. Ciel ran a hand over his mouth to hide the smile, but Sebastian saw it. He simply stared apathetically at the boy.
"Oh come on Sebastian," said Ciel, chuckle obvious in his voice, "You need to learn to laugh at yourself a bit. It might be good for you."
Sebastian was about to shoot a comeback as the small boy continued to chuckle. He decided to allow the boy his victory. At least this once anyways.