// alr i am Exhausted

// howdy :3

// dang it's rlly quiet...

upon arrival, you'll be interviewed. as long as that goes well, your training will begin immediately after."

luckily for quinn, despite it seeming too good to be true, it 𝒊s true. with the verbal agreement given, an envelope sealed with the phantomhive emblem is extended to him. "excellent. you're welcome to either join me now, or, come of your own accord later on. ++

you'd need only become one of my servants to take care of my estate. no blood, or organs, required to be given."

the idea that ciel was there to lure the other boy into such a scenario is laughable to him. but, he suppresses that. "if i wanted organs, i wouldn't come to a street ruffian for them." pause, pause. "my job offering would land you a home, and steady income. ++

"i suppose i 𝒘as wondering — do you have somewhere to go? a job?" a couple taps of his cane on the pavement; his own awkwardness beginning to seep in. "i can offer both, if you might be interested."

// ok if anyone wants to do a plot like this, lmk!!!!

"Defensive, are we?" Ciel remarks, though quite plainly. "I don't know what other gazes you have on you to illicit such a response, but I assure you, I am doing nothing but 𝓁ooking." Narrow shoulders shrug — Quite unbothered, but rather curious.

after having smoothed his clothing and walked past her, he spoke over his shoulder at her with a more dull tone, "you should expect a visit from the proper authorities in the coming days. false imprisonment of a nobleman is highly frowned upon, you know." and then, he was off.

finally being severed from her threads, ciel rose to his feet properly, albeit a bit shakily and with a somewhat smug little smirk on his face. "pleasure doing business with you." what an unbearable little thing he could be.

ciel attempted to flinch away from her grasp — his own visible eye narrowed into a similar glare at her. "this is ridiculous... i've told you my reasoning for being here. it's only fair for you to release me now, isn't it?"

"and you couldn't have settled on explaining that to me instead of tying me up?" he was unamused by that fact, and it was quite obvious given his tone. the marks on his skin were still stinging a bit. "now... i'm sure you're ready to release me, no?"

for him to speak so boldly, as if he wasn't just a child as well. he simply didn't see it that way — didn't equate himself to being like other children.

"indeed, it is an orphanage. i have been following the disappearance of a child, and it led me here. i'd have been happy to simply leave it there and let sleeping dogs lie once i'd seen the child safe and sound, but you decided to ensnare me." it was strange ++

// ciel but bruised and crying and bleeding and and and

himself from the wires — meticulous and careful. there could have been worse punishment, so he was at least grateful that it seemed to end there.