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Santana and Ciel
Characters: Santana Lopez and Ciel Phantomhive
Date: December 22nd
Summary: Snowed in, cue the arguing.
Warnings: Will be edited if there are any.
As Santana awoke, it took her a while to realize where she was. Well, scratch that, she still didn't know where she was, only that it was not the place where she went to sleep the night before. It was one day, and this endless dimension-hopping bullshit was getting really old, really fast.
Also, it was freezing. And she wasn't alone.
"Hey, you."
Date: December 22nd
Summary: Snowed in, cue the arguing.
Warnings: Will be edited if there are any.
As Santana awoke, it took her a while to realize where she was. Well, scratch that, she still didn't know where she was, only that it was not the place where she went to sleep the night before. It was one day, and this endless dimension-hopping bullshit was getting really old, really fast.
Also, it was freezing. And she wasn't alone.
"Hey, you."
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Hearing a strange voice, the Countess panicked. In a flash, Ciel had pulled her gun out from under her and had it pointed straight at Santana.
"Who are you!?"
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CHRISTMAS EVE
Two nights later, the birds have finally arrived with dinner. Really, they should be called feasts fit for kings.
Ciel practically swallows her first few pieces whole, she's so hungry. When she finally begins to slow down, she comments,"I wonder what the occasion is."
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