Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler)

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"Sebastian!" I call out to my Butler in black

"What is it, my lord?" he replies back

"I want something sweet," I said plainly

"My lord, it wouldn't be wise to spoil your appetite," he says lamely 

"I don't care!" I say, irritated

"Make do with some hot chocolate, tree nuts to accompany it," that did it

"wHeRE's tHe cReAm?!"

"Please make do with this, young master," I heard him annoyingly plead

I simply glared up at the tall,  skinny bastard I call my butler

I swear, sometimes I want to drown him in water

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