Spainslover

There was a soft knock upon the door. "Come in," Ciel said, without looking up from his paper. "Bocchan, I've brought your tea." The smooth voice of his butler forced the earl to look up, but the little boy stayed silent. "Ah," he said, acknowledging the fact. "Earl Grey, Bocchan. Accompanied by chocolate fudge cake." Because the earl did not move, Sebastian set the tray on the table. "Anything more?" The boy asked, still not looking up. "No, bocchan. If you're not longer in need of my assistance, I will be dis-" "Wait." He was cut off. "My Lord?" Sebastian questioned. Ciel stood up from his chair. Awkwardly moving sideways, he side