After I've made some black teh to help anda wake up, I shall bake some roti and make some omelet. Those servants who are useless and can't do anything right, I shall grill some burn marks onto them as well, severely.
I shall put a kemeja on you, button it, tie a ribbon, help anda put on your socks, and finish with your eye-patch. THIS, is my master Lord Ciel Phantomhive.
How can this kind of spot have a bunch of disarranged tempat tidur hair! And what a stubborn bundle it is! Does tempat tidur hair act just like its master atau something? It doesn't listen to what I say at all!
"Here, little one. Trying membaca some words from these books. I will be back." the Russian set three thin binds of colorful pages on the child's legs and walked away to the selanjutnya room in his heavy boots, encasing her behind the strong wooden door, not quite shutting it all the way. The bright warna and characters enticed her voiceless mind. She brushed her finger tips over the hard cover to the corner of the book rested on her small thighs, opening it to reveal the first flimsy white square titled; "Моя семья." On the white, shiny page was a picture of a group of people. Some were...