Don’t burn out that delicious and passionate soul of yours
His fingers clasped around her wrist just as her nail touched his suit coat. “I just did the laundry, but now it’s filthy again. How dare you.” Claude’s grip tightened before he shoved the woman to the ground, snarling slightly.
"If you were merely human you’d be dead, you’d best thank your bloodlines for tonight, cunt.”
boop. boop boop. boopboopboopboopboopboop. BOOP. booooooooooooooooooooooop
That was eleven times he’d been poked, and one of them was rather hard. As soon as Alois’ hand slipped down from the longest prodding yet, Claude grasped it in his gloved fingers, kneeling before the boy and kissing his knuckles, urging himself not to crush the delicate bones in his hand.
"Do you need something, your highness?" His golden eyes stared up at the boy, but he was sure, in the end, that Alois didn’t actually want anything, and that his reaction was NOT what the child wanted, but it would be all right.
“Boop” (please consider it as Ciel instead as I'm too lazy to get on my Ciel account....)
Had he really just been poked by Ciel Phantomhive? He stared down in wonder for a moment before a distinctly unpleasant smile lit his face. “Should I consider it an invitation?” But regardless of a response he reached out and grabbed the boy’s face, pressing his thumb rather roughly down against the eyepatch covering his contract seal.
How he’d like to rip it out…
Boop (I'm sorry I simply had to i'msosososososorry *shot*)
"Might I inquire as to what you think you are doing, Michaelis?" He fingers twitched and he fought the urge to reach out and slap the smug smile off of the other’s face. It wouldn’t do him any good to act as unruly as the demon who had so… nonchalantly… prodded him.
"Faustus..." Blows kisses at. (? just kidding. Punches in the face to feel very manly. I don't know which one is worse. Oh oh! I know! Just stands there, looking menacing. There.
…? “You disgust me, Michaelis. If you have time to stand around me, why, then perhaps I should go and tend to your young master?
"It would be my pleasure, really, if you would rather be a… layabout." Standing looking menacing too, if only he knew he could punch him and it would actually land… But he wasn’t stupid…