Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.

[mephistoknight.livejournal.com]

Characters: Sebastian, Elizabeth and, maybe, Ciel?
Setting: Sebastian is heading towards Elizabeth's room. They will speak privately there.
Format: Action.
Summary: Sebastian needs to be filled in.
Warnings: Stiff British Victorians?

[Sebastian considers himself quite lucky. As he turns off the communicator - still bemused by its very existence - he uses his heightened senses to race towards the lady's room. She had seemed...upset, which doesn't surprise him. Their new situation is...odd. Perhaps that is putting it lightly.

Upon arriving at her door, he raps politely, adjusting his jacket and gloves. It won't do for him to look shabby in front of such an important member of the Phantomhive family.]

My lady, I've arrived. [She might be securing her door to strangers or unwanted intruders.]

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[oathofdevotion.livejournal.com]

[She opens the door promptly, walking out before closing it behind her. While she offers him her usual smile and a polite curtsy, her expression is slightly serious.]

Hello, Sebastian. It's so good to see you again. We mustn't talk in the rooms, since I have room mates now. Let's go down the hall to Ciel's room.

[mephistoknight.livejournal.com]

[He arches a brow and returns her bow, bending deeply at the waist. He then steps back and motions for her to lead the way.]

Is he in his quarters? [Sebastian can sense him, of course. But polite conversation is a good cover until they arrive at said room.]

[oathofdevotion.livejournal.com]

Yes. He's been trying to do some research on this tower that we're in.

[She stops at Ciel's door, lightly knocking on it.]

[petitelord.livejournal.com]

[That or he was napping. Because he opens his door half asleep, rumpled in pajamas, and bed-headed.

And immediately slams the door closed with a small noise, trying to rustle on something decent considering his fiance was there.

Didn't even notice Sebastian nope nope]

I'm sorry this is so late!

[mephistoknight.livejournal.com]

I would expect no less from the Young Master. [He smiles politely until he sees Ciel in a state of undress. Oh my. Clearly his Young Master wasn't working as hard as he thought.]

Do you require assistance? [His smile is now more of a smirk.]