Video † The butler, pulled

[thebutler_serving]

[As the call comes over, Sebastian is shielding his eyes from the rain with a gloved hand, though the stained white material is being soaked through. Walking to the edge of the field, his dark hair is sifting across his face with the afternoon breeze and, lacking a free hand, he disregards it. Even from the vantage point of the video feed, it's clear that his clothing is old-fashioned and what's more, regrettably in tatters. Blood-stained and torn, hardly befitting the Phantomhive butler. He is loathe to come across publicly in this state, but it can't be helped under the circumstances. First thing's first]

My, my.

This is certainly a conundrum.

[Abandoning the call of duty at a crucial time in order to make an appearance here, wherever here that may be... That is certainly Sebastian's second order of business, to begin an inquiry into making sense of his surroundings. That should be quick work. His first priority will be addressed directly]

Young master, I am here.

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[thebutler_serving]

[There's a single moment there when his eyes widen at the unexpected company and Sebastian takes a step backward, lowering the unnecessary device.

[But then his expression sobers, settling into an undeniable look of distaste. How inconvenient]

Hardly.

[Grell certainly has a knack for standing in his way, though Sebastian fails to grasp why the Death God still persists in this unsavory manner, when the only thing he has after wanted from him was to kill him swiftly and move on.

[More's the pity]

I have work to do. [See? Another entirely unromantic greeting. Doesn't that ruin the mood a bit?]