[Ciel seems to be sitting at an ornate, mahogany desk, a grand window behind him. It's certainly a change in location compared to the small, one bedroom apartment he used to live in and from what can be seen of the decor things look positively Victorian in style. Even Ciel himself finally looks presentable for his title of Earl, dressed in
fine clothes, blue diamond ring on his thumb, the other a gold crest on his middle finger of the opposite hand. It should be suspicious, really, how he's gone from living in a one bedroom apartment to well, this, especially to those who know him and have helped him during many of his failures.
Despite his rather attractive ensemble and combed hair, if not doll like appearance, Ciel isn't smiling. Instead there's an ice pack held to the side of his mouth and cheek as he leans his opposite cheek against the other hand. It doesn't look as if he's been sleeping well either, visible eye darker than normal.]
It's surprising, really, how much the rioters are being allowed to get away with. Even the incompetent Yard back home would have never let such property damage or death amount...It's pathetic, really. On both parties parts...ngh.
[He winces on the last word. He's a toothache - a cavity to be precise. What from all the sweets he's consumed since his arrival here, it's not surprising he'd gain one eventually.]
...How do you get rid of a toothache? Don't say dentist either - they're all a bunch of loons. [Read: Victorian dentistry - not the best.]