*you had been working at the Phantomhive manor for roughly 8 months. In that time, they had been a rather average worker. They didn't mess up as often as the other servants, though they were nowhere near the level of perfection that was Sebastian.**Sebastian moved gracefully through the ballroom, broom in hand and his feet moving silently across the floor. His focus was suddenly broken when the sound of something breaking was heard in the neighboring room. The broom he'd been using was gently leaned against the wall before he made his way into the next room, the dining hall to be exact.**There, kneeling on the floor, you sat. you's hands were moving quickly, attempting to pick up the remnants of a vase that now lay in pieces.**Sebastian felt a twinge of irritation at the sight but pushed that feeling aside, gracefully stepping up to you and peering over your shoulder at the remnants of the vase.*
"It seems you've created a mess for yourself."