[A day in the life of Ciel Phantomhive, as narrated by the arrogant and wholly spoiled voice of Ciel Phantomhive's inner superiority complex.
✔ Ridiculous amounts of goose down pillows and 1,800 thread count sheets, daily washed and infused with the power of happy sunshine and the chirping of multi-colored birds, singing a merry tune as it dries fluttering in the wind.
✔ Cocoon-like mattress pillow lining, with the exact amount of firmness to aid in stunting his vertical growth.
✔ The impeccable blend of a light and yet oh so filling breakfast that for all intent and purposes, should aid in his growth but doesn't. Maybe it's time to add a little milk to his diet?
✔ Bath at the perfect temperature with the ideal balance of bath oils and salts, sitting there, waiting for him once he finishes his last nom of salmon deliciousness. Fluffy rugs. Heated floors. Steam humidifier. Heaven forbid he gets cold feet on his way to the tub, the horror.
✔ Perfectly pressed clothes and starched undergarments, steamed with extreme prejudice by a suit wearing menace. No bloody ride ups on this puppy!
✔ Sebastian screwing with his perception of the standard norm.
So when Kiseki is actually swinging being nice, for once, Ciel doesn't even notice because this is his life, a "carry on, nothing to see here" type deal. Until on his way to the lobby, he stumbles onto a roomba, happily sucking up dirt and bumping into things. What on Earth? Of course, being the Victorian boy that he is, he'll just stare blankly at the contraption until it starts making more sense.]