Titus glanced around pensively as he crept through the grounds of Emerick's estate. He knew if he was caught, he'd endure endless ridicule from the rest of his family. Once he was sure no one was about, he hurried through the courtyard. Just as the shop was in sight, Titus nearly collided with Sullivan who had turned a corner and popped up in front of him.
"Excuse me!" Titus squeaked with surprise. Was it just him, or was the butler in training giving him a judgemental stare? His stomach lurched unpleasantly at the thought.
"Oh, hello Titus," Sullivan replied, startled himself. "It's been awhile. How have you been?"
"I haven't done anything wrong! I swear! Things just happened, but I have everything sorted out!" Titus blurted in a panic. Sullivan stared .
"Ok then...?" Sullivan finally said a few awkward moments later.
