Not Very Common

Some people just can't paint

After lunch, you give a tour to Ciel. "What would you like to do, Ciel?" You ask, adjusting your hat and walking beside the young Earl as he looks around. "Oh~! Maybe we can paint!" You say, clapping your hands together excitedly. Ciel gives a disgusted look, making you laugh. "What? Why not?" You demand, smiling. "Because it's filthy and childish. And I don't want to get paint on my clothes." He whines as you steer him to your office where you keep your art supplies. "That's okay. Just take off your jacket. I have a smock you can use!" He sighs, but nods, knowing that you will keep bothering him until he complies. "Very well...." He grumbles, letting you pull him to your office. You help him out of his coat and help him into a smock, tying it in the back and getting into your own. You go into the closet in the back with all of the supplies, bring it over to Ciel, setting up his own easel. You take his gloves off and place them on your desk, handing him a paint brush. He scowls at it. "What do I do?" He demands, looking up at you confused. "You paint! Like this!" You dip your brush in the black, swiping it over your canvas and looking back at him with a toothy grin.

"That's it? It looks dreadful." He pouts, crossing his arms.
"Well I'm not done! Look!" You paint the canvas back, mixing in some lighter blues and white dots, adding a large white/yellow circle.
"What do you think it is?" You ask, looking back at him.
"Uh..... The night sky?" Ciel says a little unsure.
"Yes! Now why don't you try?" You say, passing him some paint.
After a while of painting with a concentrated face, he stops, and looks at you with a blank face. "I have no talent in the arts."
You look over his shoulder and cover your mouth with your hands, trying not to laugh. He had painted what you were guessing was a..... Dog? (Sorry, Ciel. I had too. :I )
He looks back at you and scowls. "I told you this was stupid! How are you so good at this?" He demands, a small smirk forming on his small face. You shrug, still smiling, and start to put the painting supplies away.

"How about we have some lemonade in the garden instead?" You laugh, taking off your smock, careful of your hat. He nods, taking off his own and passing it to you, putting his gloves back on and grabbing his coat. You help him with his coat, buttoning up the buttons messily. "Michael!" You call, smiling when an annoyed butler pokes his head through the door. "Yes, master (Y/N)?"
He demands with a sigh. "I request some lemonade in the garden."

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Sorry for the short chapter! Just showing you I'm not dead!

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