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[A smooth, sedulous voice answers:]

You have reached Claude Faustus, butler to the Earl Alois Trancy. How may I be of service?

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[littlest_lord]

...Bring some.

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[stabilimentum.livejournal.com]

One moment, please.

[As much as he wants that to be literal, Claude restrains himself. He turns off his NV and waits. One minute goes by. Two. Three. Then he turns around and knocks on the door to the late Lady Rachel Phantomhive's bedroom. He's being quiet, almost reverent--respectful of not only her memory but also anyone nearby who might've managed to sleep.

He opens the door slightly, peering inside. This is where Ciel likes to hide and brood, Claude knows. Laughably morbid.]

May I enter?

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[littlest_lord]

You may. _{[It is his usual hideout, a morbid one by far. Currently he's made himself a nest out of the pillows of her bed, laying atop and between them, curled up. He's distressed and tired - there's dark rings beneath his eyes from what little sleep he's gotten. He doesn't bother to sit up just yet.]}

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[stabilimentum.livejournal.com]

[Claude steps inside the bedroom, still quiet, holding the cup of warm milk (with honey) in one hand and shutting the door behind him with the other. After a single glance at Ciel, he's convinced his current course of action is the best one; his fragile human just can't deal with any more exhaustion. It's a bit risky to do this, but necessary. A temporary fix for the sake of having more time.]

Master Ciel, this ought to help you sleep better, [he says, and approaches, offering the cup.

Not only is the milk heavily drugged--note: no strange flavors or smells--but it'll provide Ciel with completely dreamless sleep.]

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[littlest_lord]

_{[When the cup is offered Ciel sits up after a moment, shaky as he does so, clearly tired and at his wit's end. Tiny fingers take the cup, not bothering to even check or think of suspecting it to be anything but milk and honey.]}

I need you to do something.

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[stabilimentum.livejournal.com]

[... if Alois knew anything about Claude willingly and eagerly taking orders from Ciel Phantomhive, they'd both end up in a fuckton of trouble. Well.

At least Claude can keep a secret.

His silence says enough, by the way: Go on. I'm listening.]

[Action]

[littlest_lord]

Kill anyone who has violated Jack Vessalius. Slaughter them, devour them - I don't care. So long as they're erased.

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[stabilimentum.livejournal.com]

[So, that means...]

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[stabilimentum.livejournal.com]

[OH GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY]

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[he'll never go hungry again!!!]

[Action]

[stabilimentum.livejournal.com]

[blank check = wholesale slaughter]

[Action]

[stabilimentum.livejournal.com]

[hopefully Jack Vessalius won't mind being imaginary-gangbanged by dozens of delicious men, women, and children]

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[stabilimentum.livejournal.com]

[...]

[Action] done

[stabilimentum.livejournal.com]

Understood, [he says, smiling slightly.] Will that be all?

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[littlest_lord]

_{[A sip of the milk is taken then. It tastes good. There's a part of him then, inside, that feels empty, remembers Sebastian is gone. The other part makes him flare inside with contempt for his demon.]}

Make sure he never leaves me.