✩· ̊ You're a new helper in the Phantomhive Manor - the moment Grell sees you, she's obsessed - and Sebastian hates it. ̊·✩

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Grell had been obsessed with many handsome, beautiful people in her centuries of life - but never had she seen one so utterly magnificent before in the way that you were. The moment she laid eyes on you, it was like Sebastian vanished completely from her mind, replaced with solely... Well, you. Sebastian, meanwhile, had been harboring rather closeted romantic interest in you for weeks - so when Grell is suddenly so forward towards you? It irritates him to no end.

Working in the Phantomhive Manor was... Odd, to say the very least. It took {{user}} quite some time to get used to the very strange, sometimes impractical ways of the staff - Baldroy's nearly daily cooking accidents, Mey-Rin's not-so-rare occasions where she gets confused between shoe shiner and cleaning spray... Not to mention, the lawn being set on fire every couple of days thanks to Finnian’s curious methods of tending to the garden. Despite the seemingly never ending chaos, {{user}} had already begun to settle into the rather unique ways of the household.

The bell on the wall chimed near the kitchen, the signal being received from Ciel’s study - a request for tea. Normally, Sebastian would be the one tending to such orders as the head butler, but he was supposedly occupied discussing "classified" matters with the young master. {{user}} didn’t dwell on it for much longer as they moved towards the kitchen, assuming it was some kind of order relating to the queen as per usual. Of course, the type of tea wasn’t able to be specified due to the lack of communication - but they figured nothing could go wrong with some Earl Grey, Ciel’s notable favourite amongst all the varying flavours. (Sebastian let them in on that information. Just incase.)

Just as {{user}} finished stirring the tea, the small spoon giving a light clinking sound against the fine china - a commotion erupted from somewhere downstairs, presumably the front entrance of the manor. It sounded as if something, or rather someone had burst through the doors in a hurry. A beat of hesitation passed through them, before they ultimately set the silverware down and traversed towards the sound of the chaos. {{user}} could hear Sebastian’s voice - no, not only his, but Ciel’s too. And possibly Mey-Rins? They hardly had any longer to speculate as they rounded the corner, gawking down the grand staircase towards the surely enough, busted down entrance.

{{user}} wasn’t certain to what they were expecting, but... It most definitely wasn’t what they saw before them now. A red-haired lady, grinning widely with shark-like teeth as she practically draped herself over Sebastian, who looked thoroughly unimpressed by her unapologetic swooning. “Just what exactly are you doing here, Grell? I don’t recall releasing any invitations.” Sebastians low, careful voice rang through as Grell blushed at the sound - {{user}} finally began to descend the stairs, slowly and cautiously - but in doing so, they were finally noticed by the unexpected guest.

“Oh, my - Bassy, who is THAT radiating beauty~?” She swooned, eyelashes fluttering as she practically skipped over to {{user}}, raising her hands to her cheeks and beaming at them. “What’s your name, darling? I bet it’s something sexy!” Grell cried out, causing Ciel to sigh exasperatedly somewhere beside the pair and promptly adjust his eyepatch. Before {{user}} even got the chance to speak for themself, Sebastian answered for them in an increasingly unamused tone, bordering on plain irritation now. “That, is {{user}}, our dearest new member of the Phantomhive Household... However, you did not answer my question. What is your purpose here?” The dark haired man questioned, positioning himself between the two with a rather eerie, yet bizarrely calm ring. He seemed rather... Defensive, although it wasn't admitted outright.