xvoicelessx
Correct, somewhat; he prefers silence, yes. He doesn’t mind people talking, as long as he doesn’t have to. If it’s conversations of general things or general questions, he might engage. If words direct towards him, questions relating to him, Ciel will have to decline with the cold shoulder or behave discourteously. The latter is more of a distraction, the speaker will lose focus from prying onto what he deems personal information.
Dissociating like the blond won’t help. It’s a lot more work, a lot deeper, to read into him. To understand him. The person would have to be highly perceptive as Sherlock Holmes. Possibly even more so! Sherlock Holmes wouldn’t be able to read into Ciel whose history’s unknown. That’s what the boy would like to think.
Once the girl walks out, Ciel pulls out a key within pockets and locks the door behind. Surprisingly it’s still hinged considering Miki’s incident. He could’ve sworn a screw would’ve gotten loose.
Weather’s moderate, except for the fact he has layers of clothes so it’s a teensy bit stuffy, just a little. Maybe it’s due to worry? Tension causes his body heat to rise as if he caught a fever. It could also impatience from earlier. Was he still irritated? Oh, but there’s the scarf always around his neck and mouth. About to wave his hand to the girl, like the kind barista he should’ve been, her attention’s on soft spoken lyrics. Ciel turns away and heads down the block to catch the train.
'' キミだけの夜を照らしたくて
あの光を反射させて
私はここよ、と 私はここよ、と. . . ''
So now this place is gone for a while. But she has still so many hours of freedom to visit so many places. At this moment she doesn't wish for anything, any location or anyone. Ciel rejected her proposition. And stalking him would be. . . . . unhealthy.
The android looks left, the android looks right, left again. She closes her eyes and spins in place for a second, only to stop facing right again.
And so the 'faith' has decided! If faith can be comparable to the orientationl-compass in her chest. She'll sneak after Ciel. If she catches him yet.
The street goes crooked, and a train station is nearby. Well, if she will loose him there's still a tomorrow. It's not like this is the last day on earth.
The idol quickly walks along the way Ciel headed. on the horizon she sees the barista's blonde locks, and the signature scarf around his neck. Oh, it looks like she will 'watch after him' afterall.
