[Maybe it's the tone or maybe it's the words, but Ciel's eyes snap open incredulously, and a sharp chill smooths down his spine. He's not afraid of dying. He has been on the verge of that too well to fear anymore. He has felt death's cold embrace. But he does fear something in death, and he would be lying if he said he did not fear Sebastian's ultimatum for him. In the end, he will be dead, and the only thing he would have left, his soul, won't even be his any longer.
Whatever he plans to say is lost in his throat as Sebastian pulls away. Oh God. It looks like Sebastian is going to be wiggling magic fingers, and the sourness that was already in Ciel's stomach doubles. Hocus pocus in moderation, you piece of shit. Look upon the face of the displeased as you--
He stares. Nothing happened. Nothing is happening. He doesn't understand why Sebastian just stopped in the middle of doing something.] Sebastian, why are-- [The look on the demon's face isn't normal. Sebastian is only ever shocked in dire situations, when it's something legitimate. But what would Ciel be if not getting irritated when he's worried.]
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Whatever he plans to say is lost in his throat as Sebastian pulls away. Oh God. It looks like Sebastian is going to be wiggling magic fingers, and the sourness that was already in Ciel's stomach doubles. Hocus pocus in moderation, you piece of shit. Look upon the face of the displeased as you--
He stares. Nothing happened. Nothing is happening. He doesn't understand why Sebastian just stopped in the middle of doing something.] Sebastian, why are-- [The look on the demon's face isn't normal. Sebastian is only ever shocked in dire situations, when it's something legitimate. But what would Ciel be if not getting irritated when he's worried.]
What the hell is wrong with you?