[ Sebastian hums out a thoughtful noise as he considers it. So, Ciel’s rules. Or that’s at least how he takes it. It makes him close his eyes and breathe out a sigh that’s theatrically disappointed, even if it’s not as dramatic, since, y’know. Squished face and all. ]
Dear me… I do so often find myself in the company of those with unreasonable requests…
[ But considering the Drama in his tone, he’s clearly playing it up, too. Once Jinx lets him go, Sebastian does give a moment to appraise the man in the distance. For but a moment, his expression is cool and calculating, and it flickers quickly around the scene to take things in. No word makes it more difficult, because words were his best weapon. He’s sure if he were allowed to talk, it would be simple, but it’s also probably something he appreciates about the challenge as a result.
Sebastian starts to walk closer, and he reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket, since luckily, his habits as a butler have been ones he’s kept for their utility in a wide variety of applications. Inside his jacket is just a small notebook and pencil for notetaking, since it was a necessary habit to always be able to make notes for others. As he approaches, his attention turns to his little notebook, and he writes away in it, focused and attentive as only the kind of nerd that would carry such a thing in the first place would be. He knows the impression it gives off. It’s to his advantage here.
As he writes away at a note (a real one, as a matter of fact, but that part is a secret), it’s an easy, classic trick, but one pulled off with as much finesse and elegance as if it were a practiced dance. He bumps into the man’s shoulder somewhat sharply, but no more than would be expected of someone not paying attention. Sebastian catches himself as he’s (falsely) surprised by the motion as well, and the hand holding the booklet comes up to the man’s shoulder as his eyes are locked in his in surprise.
The cover is small but creates the tiniest of visual barriers as Sebastian’s other hand reaches to the breast pocket. Smoothly, it’s unhooked, and as the man starts to exclaim his displeasure, Sebastian only makes a gently embarrassed noise of surprise as he pulls back. The monocle is flipped deftly to the palm of the hand holding the pencil, and that easily disguises the slight awkwardness of the grip to hold onto both. It’s that very hand that comes up to Sebastian’s chest as he dips into a deep, servile bow of apology. Again, perfectly fitting to his appearance and to the very reason he would have bumped into someone at all.
The man huffs and walks away, and Sebastian straightens as he watches him go. There’s just a few moments where he watches to see if he noticed, but as it’s clearly not the case, he turns to head back to Jinx. As he walks back, he tucks the notebook and pencil back into the pocket of his jacket, and once he’s close enough, holds out the monocle for her to take. ]
no subject
[ Sebastian hums out a thoughtful noise as he considers it. So, Ciel’s rules. Or that’s at least how he takes it. It makes him close his eyes and breathe out a sigh that’s theatrically disappointed, even if it’s not as dramatic, since, y’know. Squished face and all. ]
Dear me… I do so often find myself in the company of those with unreasonable requests…
[ But considering the Drama in his tone, he’s clearly playing it up, too. Once Jinx lets him go, Sebastian does give a moment to appraise the man in the distance. For but a moment, his expression is cool and calculating, and it flickers quickly around the scene to take things in. No word makes it more difficult, because words were his best weapon. He’s sure if he were allowed to talk, it would be simple, but it’s also probably something he appreciates about the challenge as a result.
Sebastian starts to walk closer, and he reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket, since luckily, his habits as a butler have been ones he’s kept for their utility in a wide variety of applications. Inside his jacket is just a small notebook and pencil for notetaking, since it was a necessary habit to always be able to make notes for others. As he approaches, his attention turns to his little notebook, and he writes away in it, focused and attentive as only the kind of nerd that would carry such a thing in the first place would be. He knows the impression it gives off. It’s to his advantage here.
As he writes away at a note (a real one, as a matter of fact, but that part is a secret), it’s an easy, classic trick, but one pulled off with as much finesse and elegance as if it were a practiced dance. He bumps into the man’s shoulder somewhat sharply, but no more than would be expected of someone not paying attention. Sebastian catches himself as he’s (falsely) surprised by the motion as well, and the hand holding the booklet comes up to the man’s shoulder as his eyes are locked in his in surprise.
The cover is small but creates the tiniest of visual barriers as Sebastian’s other hand reaches to the breast pocket. Smoothly, it’s unhooked, and as the man starts to exclaim his displeasure, Sebastian only makes a gently embarrassed noise of surprise as he pulls back. The monocle is flipped deftly to the palm of the hand holding the pencil, and that easily disguises the slight awkwardness of the grip to hold onto both. It’s that very hand that comes up to Sebastian’s chest as he dips into a deep, servile bow of apology. Again, perfectly fitting to his appearance and to the very reason he would have bumped into someone at all.
The man huffs and walks away, and Sebastian straightens as he watches him go. There’s just a few moments where he watches to see if he noticed, but as it’s clearly not the case, he turns to head back to Jinx. As he walks back, he tucks the notebook and pencil back into the pocket of his jacket, and once he’s close enough, holds out the monocle for her to take. ]
Does that suffice?