He returned in the afternoon to the Host Club Manor. The little Earl had been keeping him busy all morning so that he may arrive at a fashionable time today-dressed properly. The butler took in a deep breath as he ran his fingers through his hair, not ecstatic to find the mess the reapers left behind. If it were up to him, he would have stayed the night to make sure no shenanigans were had.
He entered into the front room lounge to find most of the room in order. This almost disturbed Sebastian. He strode across the room to open the ballroom door and peer inside. Nothing. He checked the kitchen. The oil cleaner on the wood of a higher cabinet was rubbed off by the hand of an intruder who did not know how to properly use handles. He opened the cabinet, almost expecting a reaper to greet him, but found nothing. The demon had to look again to realize that the sugar was missing. How curious.
Quickly now, he strode to the main Lounge- the only other room that was used yesterday. In it, he found Grell, Ronald, the Undertaker and Alan. Taking notice of the room, he saw a chair turned on its back, dishes about the place, a few chair pillows on the floor and empty carts. He dared to ask, "
What has happened to the sugar?" The demon did not hesitate to start cleaning up as he waited for an answer: turning the chair upright, fluffing the pillows and placing them, collecting the dishes....
There was a tray on the floor with red lipstick on the silver. "xoxo" with a kiss mark marred one of the best silver trays he brought out yesterday. Immediately, he turned to the crimson man sitting on the back of the lounge chair, his shoes on the cushion. Thoroughly irritated, he used his right leg to swiftly move the bulky chair from under the Death God as he used his left arm to hit him to the floor. Standing upright, he checked his watch, not even bothering to look at the red wreck at his feet. "
I do believe you owe me a new tray Sutcliff," he said, mostly content with the element of surprise in the delivery.
