An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Garnet eyes watched as the blue digital numbers counted down, the elevator descending smoothly before coming to a stop at the final floor. He sighed, doors sliding open with swooshing sound and stepped out, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he mulled over the information Claude had just given him upstairs. Sebastian was eager to discuss a few things with one person in particular, curious to see if he could find out anything that might give them an advantage in pinning down whom the supplier was for this paralytic being used on the Nekos. At this point, any lead was a good lead.
Converse squeaked softly in the white linoleum floor a slow smirk spreading across his lips as he pondered how Ciel was getting along with the notoriously dull department head of forensics. One of two scenarios were possible in the detective's mind, the first being that the pair of brainiacs would geek out together over slides and Petri dishes filled with God knows what or they would be at one another's throats, sworn enemies till the end of days. Sebastian chuckled softly to himself at the last possibility, finding it the more amusing one by far.
