[ and with that having been said he severs the feed. slips the communicator into his breast pocket and returns to the basement. ] I know this situation isn't ideal, my Lord, but for now it will have to do. [ turn that frown upside down, ciel! let sebastian make you your ~*~favorite~*~ snack; pb&j. ] Let's take our minds off this nonsense and pass the time with a game... [ cue devilish smirk of douchebaggery. ]