Thread: Sweetest Sin (captain levi and Kitty)

It was hard for Ciel to believe that he was the only one who saw how idiotic and pointless this whole excursion was. Honestly, what was there to be learned from working in some cafe ? Now, Ciel had nothing wrong with cafes. As a lover of tea and sweets, he would have loved to visit this place. However, he was born to drink tea, not make it. There was also the fact that the cafe sounded like some kind of strip club. Sweetest Sin, honestly? Of all names. And now, here he was, unpacking his things in some small room above the cafe. The room was tiny and barren simple single bed, a dresser, mirror, and window. The floor was made of wood, and squealed at the slightest adjustment in his weight. The room was, however, well kept. And he supposed he was responsible for keeping it that way, assuming there were no maids her servants here to tend to such trivial things. And to make matters worse, Ciel had very, very nosy neighbors. Upon arrival, he had been introduced to them Bard, Finny, and Meyrin. His first opinion of them was that they were all completely incompetent. Regrettably enough, they were also his coworkers. From the corner of his eye he could see them peeking through the crack in his door, making him immediately regret even leaving it open in the first place. They whispered rather loudly, at that about the many mysteries of Ciel. His age and eye patch both seeming to be hot topics among the three stooges. He looks like he's eleven, he does! The woman, Meyrin, 'whispered' in her scratchy voice, nodding seriously as she spoke. The short blonde guy nodded in agreement, but the taller man scratched his beard and leaned closer to the door as if to get a better look. They were each startled, however, when Ciel abruptly turned and gaze them a cold glare. Can I help you? He growled, puffing up at little as he tried not to get offended. He was fifteen, almost sixteen, and yet he looked like a child. This much he was aware of, but that didn't mean he liked it. Still, he saw no reason to have to explain himself to these three knuckleheads not about his age, his eye, or anything else for that matter. The three seemed to jumped back a little at Ciel's blunt question, Meyrin blushing shamefully and glancing to the side while Bard rubbed the back of his head and Finny all but hit behind him. U-Um! Well, it's just that.. umm... Meyrin stammered, trying to think of an excuse, but failing. Noticing this, Bar stepped up to the plate and took a swing. Sebastian should be downstairs by now, and we thought we'd come and fetch you so you can meet him! Ciel arched his brow at this information. When he had arrived an hour ago, Sebastian had not been here yet. He had been off running some errands, he supposed. Regardless, Ciel had never met the mad before, and this was his chance to do so. Very well, then. Ciel reached up, adjusting his eye patch. Really, he had no medical reason for the patch. The only reason being that his right eye was a different color than his left. This drew unnecessary attention, and so he chose to cover it. As far as he knew, that was all there was to it. He glanced into the mirror to be sure it was in place, as well as too the time to inspect the rest of his attire as well. Ciel was well dressed, wearing a blue vest with a white long sleeve shirt beneath it, with a deep blue ribbon under the collar. His shorts were also a deep blue, and his black dress shoes were polish and fine. Once the patch was properly in place, he turned and promptly left the room. The trio started to follow him, but he was definitely having none of that. He turned and glared at them once more, waving his hand at them in an annoyed way. I don't need you fools to escort me. I'll meet him on my own. That said, he gave them one last look over before turning and heading down the narrow hallway and towards the stairs that led into the cafe. Why you-! Bard fumed, fists clenched and jaw tight as anger boiled inside of him. How dare this brat act so high and mighty! Finny and Meyrin had to hold him back. Ignoring them, though, the young man made his way down the stairs and began his search for this Sebastian fellow. The cafe was quiet and empty, with it being closed for the night. Not finding Sebastian in the dining area, he decided to go into the back kitchenoffice area to look for the man... Hopefully he wasn't as dimwitted as his staff.