#IMMEDIATELY. V FIRST FUCKING THOUGHT 'HOW THE HECK DID CIEL TAKE DOWN A BEAR?!?!!?!'

[dnangelic]

oh ! so it had just been one bear ! even then --- holy crap , wasn't that super manly ?! the niwa could never imagine somehow taking down a bear himself ; just how exactly had ciel done it ? maybe if his englishman host was eight heads tall and six feet wide with a beard to match even at pubescent age , stuffed into frills and boyish shorts ... to even have saved his betrothed ---

gah , wasn't that just unfair ?! everything was too much like a fairytale ! he was lodging with some kind of natural-borne prince completely different from himself ! all sorts of emotions twist in the boy's expression , and for a moment it seems that he's hardly listening , captivated instead by rampant fantasies in his imagination .

it isn't until sebastian poses his questions that daisuke seems to pop back into reality and the present , shoulders raising high and said sketchbook immediately clutched close to his chest . cheeks burn and blister with a natural , off-guarded bashfulness --- ' o-oh ! um , well .... '

his hand waves a little in the air , trying to come up with words that could match his feelings , and therein might have been the trouble , too --- attempting to explain and describe what didn't usually take words . ' i do --- like art . but drawing or painting , um ... i --- am not so good . '

his expression too tilts apologetically up at the other . ' i mean , i --- i try ! i like to do it because it's fun , and being in another country means i get to see a lot of different , um , new things . ' even then , he still finds himself captivated by the sight of the roses , speaking fondly almost to them rather than his company .

' when i become an adult , i would like to be an artist ... but i don't know if it can happen . ' quietly , the book is pulled away from his own clutch , and after a moment , he casts a number of cursory perspective lines on the open blank page , from the bushes to decoration , to the forest in the back .

yes , even quick recreations of places like these would help him to think up route and opportunities , but more than he had to plot and scheme , he truly did appreciate the beauty of the mansion's grounds with a firm and sincere legitimacy . ' art is ... very tough . at school , i was in the art club , but right now , i don't have a teacher , so i just have to practice on my own . '

his eyes too take a small peek up at the other , and though daisuke blushes , he does , ultimately , offer his pencil and empty , adjacent page up to the other with a small , lopsided smile of sorts . ' um , mister sebastian ... do you want to draw something ?

“My, I fear I misspoke,” Sebastian quickly placates, looking serene as a lamb as he bows his head forward.

“My apologies, sir—my master makes no habit of hunting them, you see. It’s simply a matter of one bear having been disposed of because it was attacking his betrothed. It was a matter of defense.”

Whether that really eases the young boy’s worries is of little concern; primarily for the very reason he’s said, but also for the reason that it if it doesn’t, it’s of no consequence. Whether man or creature, if an any who are unwelcome and unwanted find themselves on the Phantomhive Estate, their lives are forfeit.

“As I mentioned before, however, their appearances are few and far between, so you may rest easy. I, personally, shall be here to ensure your safety—even if it may cost me my life.”

Alright, maybe he is laying things on a little thick, but he’s under no explicit orders to not play around! He is a man with few wants, and one of them is to remain entertained. Though perhaps he needn’t create it himself, after all—his brief hesitance goes noticed, and while of course he has no way of knowing why it occurs to begin with, Sebastian is most interested in figuring out. Perhaps he needs to start setting some of his own plans in motion...

Such thoughts are for a later moment. If there is some manner of deception at work, however, it is masterfully being utilized.

“Once more do you honour us with praise—though I regret to inform you that I do not tend to the gardens myself, most of the time. Such a job is best for a gardener, after all, and our Estate happens to employ one. I shall pass your awe on to him, should we not run into him ourselves.”

Of course, he does fix the garden up about as much as Finny tends to it, but such mishaps are not for Daisuke to know about. Even Sebastian has to admit to a job well done every now and then, anyway, for he hadn't had to intervene this time.

Ah, that sketchbook; Sebastian turns to look down at it, when he hears a page being turned, but all he can glimpse of it is the fresh canvas. Still, it never hurts to be thorough.

“If I may ask, sir, is all that goes into your sketchbook things of interest?” He remembers what was said upon seeing it initially, of course, but with his excitement to bring it out upon seeing the roses, it’s clear that the drawings within are not simply done for information’s sake. “Might you have an aspiration for the arts?”