Serving a Brat [For Sufferin' Samurais!!]

[crazyxanime]

A large black car entered into the big courtyard. Stopping in front of the gigantic mansion, the front door opened a man stepping out. Going around, he walked to the passenger side opening the door. From inside the car, a small boy stepped out. The boy’s black hair brushed against his face as a rather large grin grew on his face. Going up the steps and to the door, the boy waited for them to be opened for him. The man from the car walked up the steps opening the doors. Stepping inside, the young boy searched around. Now then, where was his butler? Crossing his arms over his small chest, a pout grew on his face.

[Sufferin' Samurais!!]

Within the bowels of the mansion, a tall, thin young man in black hastily finished arranging the sheets on a bed and checking a nearby phoneline for connection. Hearing the door open, he began to scurry down to the atrium.

[crazyxanime]

The small boy looked at a nearby clock. He kept his thin arms over his small chest, waiting for the butler to enter. The pout also remained on his face as he waited. “Where the hell have you been?” he questioned rather loudly once he saw a door open. He wasn’t sure if it was his butler or not, but he’d find out soon enough.

[Sufferin' Samurais!!]

Joyce jumped back a little, startled, but gave a distinctly milquetoast but Euripid bow, "I do apologize, young Master. I was finishing up other duties."

[crazyxanime]

The boy grinned when he saw the butler’s reaction. It truly was amusing, he sometimes yelled at the other, just because. Putting on a serious face, the boy uncrossed his arms from his chest. “Are you saying your duties are more important than me?” he questioned, slightly frowning. “I want you to always be here on time. Right away, understood?” he questioned, childishly grinning.

[Sufferin' Samurais!!]

Nervously, he apologized again, profusely. "Yes, Master, always." He looked to the other butler, who seemed indifferent to his suffering.

[crazyxanime]

“Good” the boy said, putting his hands behind his back and walking over to the butler. He glanced at the other butler, giving an innocent and childish smile. Glancing at he man, he turned half way on his heels. “I wanna play a game” he said rocking back and forth on his feet, waiting for the man’s reply.

[Sufferin' Samurais!!]

"A game?" Joyce asked, curious. He relaxed a bit, but still on guard, smiled. "Absolutely, young master!"

[crazyxanime]

The little boy grinned when he heard his butler’s response. “Great!” he said somewhat excited. “Think up a game. I better like it” he said smugly with the grin, his skinny arms folding over his thin chest.