#williamtea

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@williamtea As horrible as the night terrors were, they had become a part of Finny’s life since he’d been freed from his tormentors. Tonight was no exception. As soon as his Conscious mind fell away, he was back in that facility, in that room. Fighting for his life against other children there in some sick game as the ‘scientists’ watched, endless needles and tubes being forced into his body to do god knows what, and no one ever coming to help. No matter how much he screamed or begged, it never stopped. Thier hands clawing and ripping at him as he struggled to make it stop. But, as always, there was no escape. As always, Finny had woken with a scream as he pitched himself over the side of the bed. A cold sweat covered his body and tears streamed down his cheeks as he frantically tried figure out where he was. And as always, he was in his room at the Phantomhive Manor. Alone, scared, but unhurt. As his mind started to calm down, Finny became painfully aware of the wetness that had soaked into his trousers. Feeling his face heat up and more tears starting to leak from his eyes, the blond gardener simply curled up on himself out of embarrassment. He’d done it again! He was an adult wasn't he? Yet he couldn’t seem to control his bladder when he got scared like that. “I did it again!” Finny half-whined as he carried his soiled sheets and trousers to the laundry room, “I can’t do anything right can I?” Sniffing a bit and wiping a few new tears from his eyes, the gardener began trying to wash the sheets and clothes as quietly as he could before anyone woke up. Someone else finding out about it was far more embarrassing than actually having done it.

“Stop fooling around,” Sebastian called over, already working on lifting the manhole cover up, “Agni, could you come help me with this?”

@williamtea It was a relatively typical day for Sebastian. As one of the chefs at ‘Silver Ranch Steakhouse’, he was at work an hour before opening to get his station ready. While unloading his ingredients for the day, his gaze was drawn across the street. There was a relatively new store that had moved in. From the look of it, it was a Vegan health store of some kind and people had taken to vandalizing it quite aggressively. While he knew some vegans could be extreme, he doubted they deserved such regular property damage. It was not, however, the damage that had drawn his eye, but the man cleaning it up. It was the first Sebastian had ever seen of the owner, and boy was he something to look at. Tall and fit with striking caramel skin and silver hair. Not realizing he’d been staring, the raven haired male jumped slightly when the man across the street started grinning and waving at him. Readjusting the box of steaks in his arms, Sebastian gave a small grin and waved back in response before darting back inside. He was being polite of course, the raven haired man rationalized as he continued setting up his station. There was no way a vegan store owner would want to talk to a steak chef. Vegans seemed to hate anyone who even came in contact with meat. Let alone those who cooked and sold it.

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