Black Butler X (Malleus) Reader

Chapter 20

-3rd POV-

"'ere we go. Right this way." Joker said, leading the way, "Beg your pardon, the place is rather a mess. Watch your step."

Sebastian looked around, seeing the others sitting around.

"Oh. Snake. Is doctor in the first-aid tent?" He questioned the male in front of him.

Snake looked at the two as the snake around his neck pointed with its tail.

He blinked, before letting out a sigh and scratching the back of his head, "Oh dear. Baaad timing! Seems he's out on business."

"Oh? Isn't that the lad who was bitten by the tiger?" A girl's voice called out, making the butler turn.

"You're right! What a lob of a lad!" The boy smiled as the two giggled, watching them pass by.

"Oh! There he is!" Joker smiled, "Doc!"

The said doctor looked back as he was inspecting the knife throwers prosthetic leg, "Hm?"

He was a bespectacled man with black, unkempt hair that come down in waves, framing his face and slate grey eyes. He wore a clean suit along with a wide ribbon tied in a large bow around his neck, and black dress shoes.

"Heya, Joker! Your arm giving you trouble again?" He turned in his wheelchair.

"No, I'm not 'ere for me today..." The orange haired male said.

"Ah. If I think back, yer the feller that got 'is 'ead bit by Betty! You all right?" The blond questioned.

The doctor was shocked by the words, "Betty bit you?! That's awful! Come, to the medical tent with you!" He exclaimed, grabbing the butler's hand and using his other hand to roll in his wheelchair.

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"...Were you really bitten by the tiger? There's nary a scratch on you..." The doctor said, sweatdropping.

"It was but a play-bite." Sebastian said, sparkles around him.

"Play...?/ Play-bite...?" Joker and the other male muttered, thinking back to the bite.

"Well, if nothing's wrong with you, that's just as well." The medical male said, sighing.

"I'm so glad you're fine." Joker sighed in relief, "If a member of our audience had been hurt, our leader would've had our heads!"

The butler noted his words, "You are not the troupe leader?"

He smiled, "I'm something of a ring-master-for-hire...The leader is someone else entirely...and quite scare to boot."

"Don'tcha come cryin' to me when ye get chewed out for sayin' that, ol'-timer!" The knife-thrower said.

"Doctor. I was hoping you could take a look at my leg...?" The beast-tamer came in.

"Sis?!" He blushed, seeing the female.

"You—!"

He got down on one knee, "I'm 'aving problems with my leg too, jus' like sis. Gosssssh, this's gotta be more proof that we're tied by the red string of f—" He blinked with dotted eyes when she walked past him, "Huh?"

She pointed at Sebastian, "You're the eccentric gentleman from before! What are you doing here?! Thanks to you, the act was completely rui—" She was cut off.

"Beast! How could you talk that way to a member of the audience?! You have only your carelessness in being unable to control Betty to blame!" The doctor cut in.

"B-But he approached Betty on his own—"

"No buts! You're a professional, right?!"

Sebastian sat in the middle, silent as the two argued.