[HE GAVE HIS CONSENT this is in no way Ciel's fault, the player asserts as Ciel retrieves a popped button from the sink (oh like he's supposed to know how to remove a shirt), runs the faucet, stoppers the drain, and fills it with nearly scalding hot water. He doesn't test the temperature and uses the end of Sebastian's tooth brush to shove at the shirt until it's completely submerged. Of course, the wet shirt may have flopped around a bit, so bits of food and spices are now plastered here and there on Sebastian's tiles and wall.
The bleach is fairly easy to tip in, Sebastian thoughtfully storing it in quart sized containers that's easily handled by Ciel's skinny arms. After a moment of consideration, he tips a little bit more in and uses the end of Sebastian's tooth brush to stir it well.
Ew, gross. The bleach smell is overwhelmingly strong. He might have added a bit too much. Ah, oh well. He's sure that'll only make the shirt a brighter white.
The acidic drain cleaner is next, Ciel holding his breath the whole time it's unscrewed. He presses the back of his wrist against his nose to ward off the smell and in the interest of getting it done quickly, upends half the bottle into the sink.