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[Nevermind that Sebastian actually paid for that half masticated pastry, Ciel had plans for the very one Sebastian is smugly chewing on. Plans. Ones that involved proper sectioning and tea and clot cream. And now Sebastian's gone and ruined it all. Ciel clings onto the bakery box Sebastian deposited into his arms with a kung fu death grip, balefully munching on the rest of his cream-filled artery clogger and watching Sebastian with plotting, narrowed eyes.]