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hello yes I heard you wanted to talk to me about ships and trash gems!

I'd love to hear what ships you follow, and I'm open to fangirl about them with you.

✖―　{　　My Will；

　　　　　❝；― It might have taken a long time to navigate around the area, but eventually, Ciel found his way to the kitchen.

While both the dining hall and gallery were adequate size for serving this establishment 　　　　　-- something he wished not to grace with a name -- 　　　　　　　　　　　　the only thing he could think of was... Nothing. Absolutely nothing. His heels tapped against the floor, loud enough to hear though it did not echo. He spotted what he assumed was an icebox, a sink, and quite possibly several pantries, one of which was left wide open.

　　　He'd never made food for anyone in his life, let alone himself, so it was with great precaution that Ciel prepared himself for raw ingredients and a stack of pans (and at least hoped for a cookbook) upon approaching the open storage. He was met with things in cans, and things wrapped up, and things in boxes. Nothing fresh. Crossing thin arms over his chest, his lip twitched with both irritation and relief.

Moving to take another step closer, he quickly readied himself for a multitude of things. He still didn't quite trust the promise of food and was wary of having to fix anything up himself. And upon hearing somewhat of a snarling voice, Ciel paused stiff in place. He couldn't make out whether the sound were words or barks and growls, and his eyes slowly trained themselves on a figure sitting propped up against the wall. Empty packaging and boxes were scattered here and there. He grimaced, but nevertheless remained on guard. Right hand slowly inching to the gun strapped safely to his left side, he assessed the situation and individual presented before him. Ciel then noted quite a few things, and set it aside in his mind before raising an eyebrow.