Warning: Completely silly and pointless, even by my standards. But hey, it'll kill a couple of minutes.

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Making dinner was one of Sebastian's few quiet times in the day, in which he could reflect upon his demonic deeds without interruption from anyone. So overall, he was rather surprised when Ciel uncharacteristically burst through the kitchen doors just as he was adding salt to the gravy. Of course, he covered his surprise impeccably.

Ciel paced back and forth before coming to a stop before Sebastian. The butler smiled politely over the dinner pot. "Do you need anything, young master?"

"I have a formal inquiry to make," Ciel said stiffly.

Sebastian's interest grew. Ciel was only formal with him when he felt extremely awkward. What was this all about?

Sebastian bowed. "You know that I keep no secrets from you," he said with perfect courtesy. "Ask away."

Ciel shifted uncomfortably and shot an angry look at Sebastian as though this were his fault. Sebastian only raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Sebastian…you must answer this truthfully," he grumbled finally.

"Oh?" Sebastian sensed some danger. If Ciel ordered him to tell the truth about his contract with Claude, all might go to hell. "What is it?"

Ciel paced a few more steps before stopping. He sucked in a deep breath. Then he stood up straight and looked Sebastian directly in the eyes.

"I must know the answer to this question: are you capable of taking off your gloves with your hands?"

There was a very long silence in which Sebastian and Ciel simply stared at each other. Sebastian was in a rare state of shock, while Ciel's eyes glowed in determination. The crickets outside seemed to be chirping rather loudly.

"….Yes, I can take off my gloves with my hands," Sebastian finally answered faintly.

Ciel twitched like he had gotten a brief electric shock. His mouth twisted. "Prove it," he said.

Sebastian stared at him for a good fifteen seconds. Then, very slowly, he lifted up his right hand. With his left hand, he tugged at the glove and pulled it off, revealing a bare palm, quite as ordinary as any of his other body parts.

Ciel swallowed. But he wasn't finished. He gestured brusquely to Sebastian's other arm. "Now….now the other hand."

Sebastian's blank expression did not change in the slightest, but he blinked once. Then, very carefully, moving as if in slow motion, he pulled off his left glove with his right hand.

He held both gloves up and let them drop onto the counter, showing Ciel his bare hands.

Ciel stared and bit his lip, not speaking for about half a minute. Then he nodded curtly, as if something had been solved.

"Good. That'll be all."

Ciel turned on his heel. "You guys!" he called. "I win! He can do it!"

"Awwww…."

From various hiding places in corners and cupboards of the kitchen suddenly crept Meyrin, Bard, and Finny. All of them trooped out with sour expressions, their heads bowed down.

"It's not fair," Bard whined as he started to pull money out of his pocket. "Sebastian always uses his teeth to take off his gloves! How were we supposed to know that all along he was really able to do it with his hands?"

"A Phantomhive butler who couldn't do that much would deserve a kick in the ass," was Ciel's response. "Now pay up; how much did we say? Ten bucks, wasn't it?"

The three employees pouted and slowly and resentfully began to hand over the bills with occasional bickering and muttering. Sebastian watched in stunned silence from behind the cooking pot as this trade occurred before his eyes.

Sometimes he really couldn't believe what idiots he lived with.

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A/N

And sometimes I really can't believe what an idiot I am. This is just something about Sebastian that bothers me that I had to get off my chest. Go watch the series: never once does Sebastian take off his gloves with his hands. It's true.

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