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    x // “ CHILD, I AM NOT PRIMITIVE. ” And he waives off the comment with casual air, the smallest of laughs stifled as his head keens back, amused. As quickly as it is shown the smile that appeared across his beak is gone, and his sincerity returns. His eyespots furrow like brows over the shadowy sclera of his gaze. VIDAR shakes his head, straightforward in the way he carries. “ Though I know not where such a place lies. HUMAN SETTLEMENTS are something I have scarcely come across, and their placements far apart from each other. ”      Despite his honesty, Vidar carries his words with grace and softness. Children are often meek things, and some easier to frighten than others. Though he did not know this one, he imagined that in his own youth he would be quite shaken to discover he was lost. HENCE, he carries a kind disposition as best he could, in spite of the the lethargy that plagued his features.

@chainedfate​ sent “ blood has such a metallic taste. ” / sebastian

To humans, blood must be entirely unpleasant. To, Sebastian - not so much. He rather enjoys the taste of it, while metallic, it is also sweet. Poor young lord, blood in his mouth from the back hand he had taken. A split lip - perhaps Sebastian shouldn’t have waited so long to find his master but ah, that can not be helped now.

Are there any other injuries he is unaware of? For a moment, Sebastian stares at him - observing, trying to figure out if he is hiding any wounds. If he is, Sebastian will find out eventually. He always does.

“I’d think you’ve become accustomed to the taste of blood by now, my master.” Sebastian mutters softly as he kneels down in front of Ciel with a wet cloth in his hand. “Be still, this will sting.” He warns gently before he’s moving to wash the blood from his master’s face.

They should probably disinfect it but something tells Sebastian that Ciel might fight him on it. He doesn’t exactly feel like fighting with a stubborn child to allow him to disinfect a wound that may not even end up infected. Perhaps he will do it later.

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       “Booo….!” Zoe pouts, her arms crossing as she almost visibly deflates at his words. However, Zoe was nothing if not persistent. “Okaayy I’ll just have to think of another way to make you laugh!” She thinks for a moment.

       What to do… what to do… 

      The witch had waited until well after nightfall before jumping the fence into the graveyard. It was a chilly night, snow already starting to fall and coat everything in a blanket of white. The sort of night most would stay indoors in the warm comfort of their homes. 

       The perfect sort of night to see if she could collect any more ‘ingredients’ for her next set of constructs.

         Jeremy was missing a head, Oliver a left clavicle.. Timmy a couple of fingers...  

get to know my character through an ask! // @chainedfate // accepting

🐙 / They are crossing the ocean. What are the circumstances and how did they get there?

If Ciel has reasons to cross the ocean, then those would be the circumstances. Mey-Rin would only ever find herself in solo travel if on a mission for the Earl, and the matter of “how” depends purely on the planning!

😈 / What’s your character’s favorite cuss word?

“Shit!” seems to be her go-to when she thinks no one is listening! The only one who’s caught her saying such a word has been Sebastian, and that was during her earlier days of maid training. Now, you’d be hard-pressed to hear her utter any obscenity.

✌ / Your character just made a trespass against someone else, how would they go about righting it given the chance?  Or would they at all?

I.. I’ll be honest, Mey-Rin doesn’t have the slightest idea on how to go about making anything up to anyone, not outside of an (in)formal apology. Before she was taken aboard the Phantomhive crew, the idea of righting anything would not have even been an idea formulated in her mind unless this person meant something to her, which then she would go about maybe bringing a piece of her molded bread to since that’s all she ever had to her name, and apologies didn’t feel at all natural to her tongue, nor did she know how to do them. 

Now, while she has been trained how to apologize if she’s inconvenienced nobility, a personage of a higher status, or anyone who has been invited to the manor by the Earl, personal apologies are exceedingly clumsy. She’ll apologize loudly and bow, but the sincerity behind the apology depends on if, like stated before, this person means something to her or not. While she isn’t impolite, she’s still a touch informal with everyone who doesn’t exist within Ciel’s social circle. It’s more for social grace, as to not make it seem as though the Earl has an ill-mannered servant.

🍜 / Carnivore/Pescatarian/Vegetarian/Vegan/Other? What kind of diet does your character have?

It’ll be a cold day in Hell before you make Mey-Rin give up pork, beef, eggs and milk. She doesn’t adhere to any dietary lifestyle in truth, she’s not at all fond of the idea of sacrificing any food she might be able to get now that it’s actually coming her way. However, her meal plan does rely solely on Sebastian, so it’s really whatever the butler has in mind. She’d be jonesing for the prior four though if they’re ever cut out!

📰 / An obituary for your character was found in the local paper this morning. What did it say?

Mey-Rin of London, England has passed away (XX), (XX), 18(XX) during a direct call to action, surrounded by those who loved her most. In life, Mey-Rin was a young woman with eyes of which humans could only dream to possess, and honed with a sharpness that better surpassed any blade known to man. As humorous as she might have been, she brought immense comfort to those who she considered companions, and brought the purest form of security a woman of her caliber possibly could. One could not have asked for a better maid, nor a better friend.

Phantomhive Manor may have lost one of its most chivalrous residents, but Mey-Rin will not be forgotten.