And I watched
As they paid the price
For my weakness
And I swore
That I’ll N E V E R
Be weak again
(Source : kyouhouohime)
◤♛ ⋮ —— A simple “ha” isn’t exactly the response he is aiming for. He won’t settle for that.
“Cieeeel..! What kind of jokes do you find funny?”
"Your sense of humour and mine are completely different."
◤♛ ⋮ —— …Well. A certain someone evidently needs to have more faith in their own best friend. The blunt remark only seems to spark a bout of newfound determination, though, and an index finger is thrust out in the Earl’s general direction.
“Just you wait, Ciel! I will make the best treacle tart you have ever tasted!” Confident words, considering he has no idea what he’s getting himself into. Again, it couldn’t be that hard, right?
Making the pastry dough seems to be the first step. And so, after another disoriented scurry around the room, various ingredients end up ungracefully scattered on the kitchen counter. A stray egg rolls off and falls to the floor with a wet crack. “Oops-” He’ll clean that up later. “Ciel, where is your— the… You know, the measuring things?”
Maybe a certain someone should stop declaring himself people’s best friend.
"Tch. Well, we’ll see."
Ciel really has no faith in him. He’s only sticking around because, if nothing else, it’ll be entertaining — and also, if Soma makes a mess of the kitchen, then Sebastian will be inconvenienced. Good.
(Soma’s pronounced fear of Sebastian might also have an effect on the amusement scale, but Ciel knows he’ll be used as a human shield if it comes to that, and— though he’d be in no real danger of being attacked— Soma’s clinging is something he can live without.)
Ciel makes himself comfortable while Soma rushes about the room; watching the prince is giving him a headache, though, so he looks away and rests his forehead against the heel of his hand. The sudden wet crack of the egg on the kitchen tile makes him start and look up, and for a moment he doesn’t know what was.
“Don’t even think of trying to clean that up.”
(Source : archangeloftheunderground)
"—If you’re only here to gossip, I’ll have the butler see you out. I have better things to do with my time."
Kuroshitsuji / Book of Circus / SID : ENAMEL COVER / Credit
(Source : just-a-demon-butler)
the ρяєтту lies;
the Ｕ Ｇ Ｌ Ｙ truth.
(Source : yourxlittlexwishxgranter)
◤♛ ⋮ —— “Ahem..! When asked what gift he wanted for his birthday, the yogi replied…”
“I wish no gifts, only presence.” He is trying very hard right now.
At least that one makes sense. Whatever a yogi is.
[text] Not surprised. I’m leaning toward the latter option.
[text] I don’t doubt that you are.
[text] On the other hand, it means that I’m apparently attractive enough to gain income from simply removing clothing from my body.
[text] Allow me to rephrase; the fact that I am attractive was never in question.
[text] You do realize you don’t have to be attractive to be a stripper.
[text] Anyway, you might be more attractive if you didn’t look like you had a wasp stuck in your nose all the time.
[text] But I wouldn’t know anything about that.
"Just what makes you think I would have dreams like that in the first place?!"
"How the hell should I know? If you want to know, why don’t you go ask him instead?”
"I don’t. Go be disgusting somewhere else."
[text] Do you want something?