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Scotland clearly doesn't get cold in fall. Although...he thinks it was pretty damn freezing here last year, if memory serves. Still, mild or not, the leaves are dropping and it's coming up on Halloween so it's time for a shift that embraces that.
Besides, he's tired.
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Admittedly, it's hard to tell - his expression hasn't quite left the "cool, little line of non-engagement" range, a look which his muted, black eye-patch doesn't help to dispel. But the narration guarantees, he's in an above average mood, today!
"I'll have the hot chocolate," the boy notes, setting the top hat he'd come in with down on the Bar in front of him.
"With the whipped cream."
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'It's totally not the same without whipped cream,' he says, and sets about making it up.
'How's it going?'
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But then there's small talk, and he's completely unsure of how to deal with that. He takes a few seconds to look back up at the specials board, taps his fingers at the rim of his hat, and, finally, shrugs.
"Fine, I suppose. Ah - is your work here going...?" He waves one hand in a vague way, before supplying as a finish: "Well?"
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'Well as it can go,' he replies.
Justin has little to no trouble with small talk.
'It's a more interesting job than most because most of the people here are so different. Take you, for example.'
The beautiful tall hot chocolate is placed in front of him with a flourish.
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"I don't think I count as one of the stranger ones. I don't have horns or wings - and just two legs."
Ciel might be underestimating the extent to which his present outfit makes him look like he's getting ready for an early Halloween. (It's not his fault that more than a few hint of Goth style seem to have slipped into the Victorian, youth fashion of his world. Or that he likes his hats and ruffles.)
"The rest of this place is much more odd than I am."
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He was going to say 'a kid' but that woudn't be polite.
'Also, wearing an eye patch.'
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Ciel is almost snickering. The wry smile on his face is a snickering one, at least.
"Being young and wearing clothes aren't too out of the ordinary, next to that."
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'Well, if you think about it - with all the things that walk around this place and a magic bar, young people who just wear clothes are probably in the minority. Like me.'
The boy gets a searching look.
'Or are you going to tell me you're some kind of sorceror or god in disguise?'
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And he simply shakes his head and sips his cocoa, carefully brushing away a dab of whipped cream that decides to cling to his upper lip.
"Are those more common here than people like you, too? I haven't met either."
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He checks off on his fingers.
'I met Demeter, who's a Greek goddess. Lorne is a green demon with horns and red eyes. Yrael is some kind of light god or something, and is often a small white cat - you can always tell him by the green eyes though. My best friend here is a costumed superhero in Gotham City with a sonic scream that disables her enemies. Want me to go on?'
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The pre-teen brings up one hand and rests it, fingers separated, on his own cheek. That's quite a list, and he can't entirely suppress a look of surprise, even though he knows he ought to be expecting it. This place is strange enough for all of those characters to fit into it, really, but the gaggle he's met thus far haven't been that weird.
"I guess I'm still new enough. I haven't met anyone that...different, here."
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'Give it time. You will.'
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