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When; Halloween Night!
Rating; TBD
Characters; Ciel and Open to EVERYONE.
Summary; The Earl is throwing a Halloween party. There shall be tricks and treats galore. Have fun. &hearts
Note: This is, by no means, meant to interfere with the City Ball. But if you would like to see Ciel's home and be spooked for the Earl's amusement, please come!
Log;

Ciel couldn't have organized such a monumental party on his own. He was silently grateful to Sebastian and the rest of his servant staff for working so quickly. The idea for this party had occurred to him at the beginning of October, but things had not been fleshed out until now.

Yet the lack of time for set-up hardly seemed to matter. The mansion looked superbly spooky. Skeletons were strewn here and there, fake droplets of blood were smeared on steps and there were even bloody foot-prints leading to a pitch black room. His braver guests might choose to enter said room. When they did, they would find themselves plunged into a terrible nightmare (thanks to Sebastian's demonic magic).

In the Ballroom, however, there were tables outlining the edges of the dance floor. Each one was laden with foods and treats of many sorts. There was even one table designated for drinks alone.

All in all, Ciel thought that this evening looked like a promising one indeed.

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If he was honest, Gil saw more things Oz liked then that he liked himself, but that didn't stop him from reaching over the table for a plate and beginning to fill it in with the first things that caught his eyes. It was all too easy to pick out Oz's favourites from the treats laid out in front of them.

"We'll just pick some up and...find somewhere to sit."

Nodding, Oz created a delicious dish of his own - sweet and treats and tasty little things - before looking around for somewhere to sit. He had an even better surprise for Gil sometime later in the evening- but for now, he'd let Gil squirm a little more. It was always nice, anyway, to see such easy reactions from his servant.

Oz wasn't that mean, after all.

Kind of.

He wasn't that mean. That was something that was arguable, if you asked Gil, really. Of course, no one had ever asked Gil - and, if he was really honest, Gil had spent too many years missing this to hold it against his young master.

As they moved to the seat, Gil switched their plates, rolling his eyes just a little as he pointed out one of the pastries on Oz's plate. "You don't even like that."

Oz laughed, taking Gil's plate and looking at all the sweets laid out before him. Gil always watched out for him, was always there- really, what did Oz do for Gil in return? But that was a question he'd rather not think about. Not now, when they were so happy.

"It looks interesting, though. Look, it's shaped like a ghost!" He grabbed a cookie - a favorite! - and nibbled it. If Break were here, Oz was sure that the other man would inhale the entire sweets table. Maybe even the table itself!

And Gil would have to fend off Break to make sure Oz actually managed to even get one cookie. It probably - hopefully - wouldn't be so bad considering there was still a whole room full of food but you could never really be sure with Break.

"All of them are shaped like something." Gil had carefully avoided the cat ones too. Considering he was here...in a cat suit - literally - it was really kind of ironic.