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Characters: Ciel Phantomhive, Euphemia Lamperouge ( sweetestheiress ) & OPEN.
Location: Beginning at the entrance of the school and then moving around campus.
Time: After his intro post.
Content: Ciel requested a tour so that he may better familiarize himself with his surroundings. What happens during said tour has yet to be decided. The boy does tend to attract oddities.
Format: 3rd Person.
It was somewhat comforting that someone was kind enough to help him: or, at least, offer to. Ciel had yet to see Euphemia face to face. He would judge for himself whether or not she was as kind as she sounded over video phone when (or if) she arrived. Ciel wasn't a trustworthy person in any sense of the word.
Releasing a breath, he glanced down at his feet and clenched his cane tighter. A small, unfeeling smirk crossed his lips when he thought about asking Sebastian for help. Of course he wouldn't help. There was no reason for him to come. In fact, he was probably glad to put as much distance between them as possible.
Some guardian.
Tilting his head back, Ciel looked up at the ceiling of the school. This was going to be his new home. How many homes was this now? Four? The Manor had been his first, the Orphanage had been his second, Sebastian's had been his third and now the Institute was his fourth.
He was beginning to wonder if any home would become permanent.
Maybe homes weren't meant to be permanent after all.
Location: Beginning at the entrance of the school and then moving around campus.
Time: After his intro post.
Content: Ciel requested a tour so that he may better familiarize himself with his surroundings. What happens during said tour has yet to be decided. The boy does tend to attract oddities.
Format: 3rd Person.
It was somewhat comforting that someone was kind enough to help him: or, at least, offer to. Ciel had yet to see Euphemia face to face. He would judge for himself whether or not she was as kind as she sounded over video phone when (or if) she arrived. Ciel wasn't a trustworthy person in any sense of the word.
Releasing a breath, he glanced down at his feet and clenched his cane tighter. A small, unfeeling smirk crossed his lips when he thought about asking Sebastian for help. Of course he wouldn't help. There was no reason for him to come. In fact, he was probably glad to put as much distance between them as possible.
Some guardian.
Tilting his head back, Ciel looked up at the ceiling of the school. This was going to be his new home. How many homes was this now? Four? The Manor had been his first, the Orphanage had been his second, Sebastian's had been his third and now the Institute was his fourth.
He was beginning to wonder if any home would become permanent.
Maybe homes weren't meant to be permanent after all.