[He's sitting there, staring out the window. For once.. He doesn't look angry. He doesn't look upset or in pain or godforbid, happy. If anything.. He looks a little down. Maybe lonely, but it's unclear whether Ciel can even feel that sort of emotion.

Not only that... Something is definitely on his mind. His hand is fidgeting with a small tea-spoon ( Read more... )

[Muffled sound. No visual.. Footsteps, starting slow and casual. A door opens. Closes. More steps. Another door opens and closes. Now the steps are a little heavier; more impatient.

This continues for another four or five doors. the steps getting consecutively faster and more urgent as time goes on. By the end of it, the last door is slammed shut.]

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