@cursedearl liked for a starter
Thompson’s eyes raised from the bush he was pruning, following Ciel as he moved through the garden. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for the boy, at least in theory. Once contracted your soul was supposed to be safe from all of this mess - not much else, but the prying of other demons at the very least. It was a claimed meal, so to speak, and to attempt and steal it would be crude. Then again, Claude was such snobby rubbish that nothing much was safe from his sticky grasp.
One may say it was sad, that the triplets couldn’t do a thing to aid him. One may, but then again these three were also demons - while they did have the slightest inkling of concerns, they were... limited.
A pause, before the triplet moved over, standing in front of him so he didn’t have to gain his attention through other methods.
“Did you have any requests, then?”
Soft spoken, with a touch of attitude, as always when the boys spoke.