no event | byoa
Waking up without assistance from his butler was something that tended to happen from time to time, though the reason for waking before it was time was generally less than pleasant; more often than not it was a nightmare that caused him to rouse prematurely, but not this time. No...In fact, the dream he was having was quite pleasant, something he was hardly used to these days. Ciel's sleeping dreams tended to be very similar to his waking ones, which were of revenge and revenge only. Dreaming of something other than that nearly felt foreign to him now.
He took a deep breath as he opened his eyes and got his first sign that something was off. The aroma that filled his nostrils was nice, but it wasn't right. The feeling of things being 'off' increased as he shifted under the sheets. Again, they were nice, but they weren't right. Was that...Silk? They weren't his. For a moment, he remained still, blinking a couple of times to clear his vision before glancing to one side, then to the next, quickly trying to assess the situation. Red walls, tacky art, silk sheets, no Sebastian.
Ciel pushed himself up to a sit, quickly looking around the room to make sure that he was alone before swinging his legs over the end of the bed and then letting his feet fall to the floor with a light thud. Where was he? His hand went to his head where he felt his eyepatch was missing, glancing around for it before finding it where it usually rested, on the beside table. Picked it up and carefully put it on, securing it with a sloppy knot, then stood, making his way over to the chair where his clothes were folded.
"I wore these yesterday," he noticed, fingering the material, not wanting to put on sullied clothing, but he hardly had any choice. Sebastian was nowhere to be found and he needed to figure out just where he was and what kind of situation he was in before he went calling for anyone. As best he could he dressed himself, his tie askew, his buttons mismatched, but he took care in combing his hair down with his fingers, smoothing it down, though it didn't seem to help the situation much. Once satisfied, he stepped towards the door and reached out for the handle, peeking his head into the hall.
"Where am I..." Perhaps he was still dreaming...No, if it were a dream, he could have imagined up some proper attire for himself to dress in. A few steps down the long hall led him to another room and he paused. After a second of thought he reached for the knob and attempted to twist it and, when that worked, he pushed the door open.
[ooc: This is a new muse for me, thought I might give him a shot here. He's 13 and based off the manga, though I'm familiar with the anime and wouldn't mind changing things up to go along with characters taken from that. All types of interaction/muses are welcome! I'm pretty chill for the most part so whatever goes.]
He took a deep breath as he opened his eyes and got his first sign that something was off. The aroma that filled his nostrils was nice, but it wasn't right. The feeling of things being 'off' increased as he shifted under the sheets. Again, they were nice, but they weren't right. Was that...Silk? They weren't his. For a moment, he remained still, blinking a couple of times to clear his vision before glancing to one side, then to the next, quickly trying to assess the situation. Red walls, tacky art, silk sheets, no Sebastian.
Ciel pushed himself up to a sit, quickly looking around the room to make sure that he was alone before swinging his legs over the end of the bed and then letting his feet fall to the floor with a light thud. Where was he? His hand went to his head where he felt his eyepatch was missing, glancing around for it before finding it where it usually rested, on the beside table. Picked it up and carefully put it on, securing it with a sloppy knot, then stood, making his way over to the chair where his clothes were folded.
"I wore these yesterday," he noticed, fingering the material, not wanting to put on sullied clothing, but he hardly had any choice. Sebastian was nowhere to be found and he needed to figure out just where he was and what kind of situation he was in before he went calling for anyone. As best he could he dressed himself, his tie askew, his buttons mismatched, but he took care in combing his hair down with his fingers, smoothing it down, though it didn't seem to help the situation much. Once satisfied, he stepped towards the door and reached out for the handle, peeking his head into the hall.
"Where am I..." Perhaps he was still dreaming...No, if it were a dream, he could have imagined up some proper attire for himself to dress in. A few steps down the long hall led him to another room and he paused. After a second of thought he reached for the knob and attempted to twist it and, when that worked, he pushed the door open.
[ooc: This is a new muse for me, thought I might give him a shot here. He's 13 and based off the manga, though I'm familiar with the anime and wouldn't mind changing things up to go along with characters taken from that. All types of interaction/muses are welcome! I'm pretty chill for the most part so whatever goes.]