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Lucky Clover Cat

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me and ethan pt 2 <;33

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I could fix him but I kinda like him a little murderous and psychotic tho

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Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck

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"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired

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Stitch just checking on you, making sure you’re okay 💖

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Not just another Bloody Mary

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Ok but LOOK AT HIM

Wife.

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I feel so attacked right now...

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Flowers & Coffins (Undertaker, Black Butler) His Butler and Maid, Able Pt.3

I helped to arrange the stuff for the tea onto a tray, before following Sebastian upstairs. He set the tray onto a cart and we headed down the hall towards the drawing room.

Just as Sebastian got to the door of the drawing room, it opened and Mr. Damiano came out. He had a sour look on his face as he looked at us.

Sebastian smiled. "We've brought some tea for you and our lord."

"I'll be right back," Mr. Damiano said, walking around us and heading down the hallway.

I glanced back as I followed Sebastian into the room, shutting the door behind us.

I stood back as Sebastian handed the Young Master his tea. He took a sip, making a disgusted face.

"What is this? It smells terribly weak."

"It's Italian, sir," I said.

"Out of consideration for our guest I brought some Italian tea," Sebastian explained.

The Young Master looked up. "Italian?"

"Italians drank more coffee than tea, sir. So finding high-quality Italian tea can be difficult. This particular selection is not to your liking, sir?"

The Young Master stared down at the tea. "No, it is not. I don't like it at all." Sebastian and I both narrowed our eyes.

Sebastian set the tea pot back down on the tray. "I'll see to the dessert preparations," he said.

"Good. We must show him every available hospitality. The Phantomhive family is known for its courtesy," Young Master said, smirking at us.

"Yes, my young lord," Sebastian and I said, bowing.

Sebastian's eyes started glowing pink while my right eye shined a bright green.

As we left the room, Sebastian gave me a look before heading down the hall.

I headed down to the telephone room. I stayed hidden in the dark as I listened to Mr. Damiano talk.

"-Now all that's left is to pocket the extra cash. I'm trying to squeeze more out of the brat right now." I narrowed my eyes. "The employees? Who cares about them?"

I stepped closer to the doorway, the chains on my boots making a slight noise.

"Ah!" He gasped, quickly looking at the door. "Never mind. The rest of the formalities are for you to deal with. No, it'll be easy." I started backing away, turning and leaving.

"Please, he's only a child." I heard as I left.

'So he's sold the masters factory and now plans to try and get more money.' I hummed as I headed to inform the master, while Sebastian took care of the rest.

'He may be only a child, but it's his butler and I you need to watch out for, Mr. Damiano.' I smirked.

I found Mey downstairs, she was holding a mop and bucket. I walked down the stairs and heard her talking to herself as she held the mop and bucket to her face.

"Oh how embarrassing! I really messed up this time!" She started staring off into the distance. "Oh, but at least I was able to get close to Sebastian!" She started waving her arms around. "Oh, what a shameful day it all! What kind of lecherous maid am I?!" The bucket went flying up in the air as the handle broke from her waving it around violently.

I caught it as I stepped off the stairs. I giggled. "Mey, what're you doing now?" She blushed.

I heard Mr. Damiano scream just then from behind me. I turned just in time to see him fall down the stairs, landing in the middle of them. His leg was twisted.

Mey gasped, dropping the mop and bucket handle before running over to the stairs.

"Ah! Sir, 're you all right?" She asked. She gasped, stepping back. "His right leg...it's twisted 'round. What happened to it?"

I picked up the broken handle, putting it into the bucket before grabbing the mop from the floor.

"It would appear our guest has had an accident," I said, stepping closer.

Bald and Finny came walking by then, carrying the painting of Rachel and Vincent Phantomhive.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Bald asked.

Mey started freaking out, waving her arms around wildly. "Our guest! Something's 'appened," she yelled.

Mr. Damiano groaned, opening his eyes. He looked up at the painting and his eyes widened. He rolled over and started crawling down the rest of the stairs.

We all watched as he crawled away. Mey reached out towards him. "Sir? Uh, sir? Come back," she said weakly.

I handed Mey the mop and broken bucket and headed after our guest. I quickly found him crawling down the hallway near the kitchen.

Sebastian stepped out of the shadows, leaning down over him with a smirk. "Surely you aren't leaving the manor yet, sir?"

Mr. Damiano gasped and fell backwards, landing on his back as he stared up at Sebastian, shaking.

"We haven't given the full Phantomhive treatment yet." I smirked as Sebastian said this. "We still have to serve dessert." Mr. Damiano groaned as he turned and started crawling back my way. Sebastian stood straight, smirking still.

"You've lost a leg, remember?" Sebastian said, following him as he desperately crawled away from him.

"Now you can only move half the number of spaces. So why not just relax a bit and make yourself at home?" Sebastian smirked, his eyes closed.

Mr. Damiano grunted as he got to the kitchen door, grasping the handle and crawling in as fast as he could manage before slamming the door behind him.

I walked down the hall, stopping at the kitchen door as Sebastian walked in. I watched as he turned the oven on with Mr. Damiano inside it.

"What an impatient guess we have. You couldn't even restrain yourself until dessert was out of the oven," Sebastian said, looking at Mr. Damiano through the little slot on the front of the oven.

"T-the oven?!" I heard him yell.

"Open up! Please, open the door!!" He started banging on the oven door.

Sebastian stood up straight, turning and looking at me as I stood in the doorway. "Perhaps the Italians aren't familiar with our customs." He held a thoughtful look as he spoke. "There's plum pudding, mincemeat pie. There are many traditional desserts here in England that make use of meat. I find them all quite tasty."

Mr. Damiano was screaming in panic as Sebastian slowly shut the small slot.

He started screaming even louder as I turned and left, Sebastian following.

I went and tidied up some things, checking on the Young Master before going to see if Sebastian had let Mr. Damiano out of the oven. After confirming he was finally gone, I made some lemon meringue pie that the Young Master and the others loved (using the other oven of course). Sebastian made some tea while I waited for the pie to be done.

Once the pie the was ready, I sliced it, putting three slices on plates for Finny, Mey and Bald. Sebastian set the tea on the tray along with the plates with the pie slices before following me outside and up the stairs.

Bald was stoking the fire while Finny stood next to him and Mey was sitting on a wooden box behind them.

"Oh, hi Kat, Sebastian!" Finny smiled.

"We wanted to bring you guys some tea and the lemon meringue pie I made," I said, smiling.

"Thank you for your hard work today. As a reward, how would you like some lemon meringue pie?" Sebastian smiled. "The sugar will give you energy."

"Huh?" They stared in wonder for a moment, before running over and hugging my legs. "For us? You're wonderful, Kat! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Finny cried.

"Oh, Kat, thank ya!" Mey said as she bowed over and over again.

"Thank you so much! Thank you!" Bald said.

I chuckled, patting their heads. "It's no problem. You've all earned it." I waved my hand.

Sebastian sighed, shaking his head. "Finny, Bald, please let go of Kat's legs."

They both jumped up and away from me, blushing. Sebastian walked over and set the tray on a wooden box. Finny and Bald went over and quickly grabbed a plate each with a slice of pie. I giggled as they started stuffing the pie into their mouths as fast as they could chew.

"I'm glad you like it," I said, giving them a closed eye smile.

Finny swallowed what he had in his mouth, grinning. "Oh yes! It's wonderful, Kat!"

"Yeah, it really is." Bald smiled while Mey nodded as she took a bite of her own.

"Thank you!" I smiled.

I turned and headed back to the stairs leading down to the kitchen door. I glanced back to see Sebastian stop at the top of the stairs, looking back.

"Oh, yes, and Bald, a workman will be coming by in the morning. When he arrives kindly let him know we'll be needing our other oven thoroughly cleaned."

I shook my head, smirking.