"Yes, young master."
A pale, black haired butler picked up the leg of a dark blue eyed boy who had the face of dissatisfaction and boredom. The butler set the boy's leg onto his lap and started to untie the lacing of his dark leather boot. The boy watched.
"I still don't know why I have to go to this.. Ikeburu place anyway."
The butler, who had just started rubbing his master's foot, glanced up at him. "Ikebukuro, master." Ciel narrowed his eye, then looked out the window of the carriage. "Whatever! I still don't understand why I have to go there.." The butler only blinked and put his attention back to his foot, which was covered in a soft black fabric, "Business trip, master. You have to go."
Ciel rested his cheek onto his gloved palm. "Why couldn't I have just sent you? I don't want to go to bloody Japan! It'll take us forever to get there." Sebastian pressed into the center of his master's soft foot with his thumbs,
"Usually, master, I would've just gone myself.. But this man wanted to meet you personally."