Uprooted from his normal relatively normal life, Ciel Phantomhive, heir to the Funtom company at the tender age of 13, had managed to turn the already successful family business into a booming multi-million dollar company.
In Victorian era England, the poor were really poor, and the rich were really rich. Ciel was not an exception. He boasted a fancy mansion, a barely fairly competent staff, and the most efficient butler in all of existence.
Ciel had none of those now.
Okay, so maybe his butler had survived, but aforementioned butler was also a soul-hungry demon that happened to have dibs on his, so Ciel wouldn't really have considered it a plus.
"Che." he growled to no one in particular as he cradled his cheek on the hand that rested on the wooden counter of the empty toys store. "Why do I have to do something as pointless as this."
Apparently, all citizens were required to have a job. No exceptions. In a rare moment of sentiment, Ciel had chosen to work in a toys store. The same kind of goods that the Funtom company had made and sold. Of course, there were sub branches that dealt with other things such as confectionery and weapons, but the main branch was where Ciel held the most memories.
With little else to do, Ciel picked up a small, half completed rat toy and examined it disinterestedly. He reached for a screw driver and picked the toy apart, pulling out it's contents and laying it flat on the open table.
He knew how to put it back of course. It'd be embarrassing if the he didn't.
He picked up a cog and looked through the hole, and through it, he saw someone approaching the store. A customer?
Ciel's back went ramrod straight. He had never ever had the experience of being the one to personally sell the goods. Business deals were completely different. For one, he was always in the comfort of his own mansion whilst entertaining associates.
Now, however, he was in a rather cramped little toy booth in some unnoticeable part of town. He wondered vaguely how the person on the other side of the door even found this small shop.
A-Anyway, just act natural.
"W-Welcome!" chirruped the small boy from his spot at the counter as he grinned from ear to ear. "Take as long as you like~"
That certainly was not natural. Not for Ciel, who's default expression had always been a frown, or at very least, a derisive smirk, but it seemed enough to fool the customer, who had never seen aforementioned default expression before.
