

There were no How are you this afternoon, what’s your name, Miss and Mister stranger? when he felt the fleeting wander of a ghost’s kiss to his cheek. It was anything but anticipated, by the frozen expression on his face - her, uncertain and hesitant - and she was on her way to being gone before he could speak his jumbled inquiries, “I — what? Excuse you, miss —”
She must have been American. Either that or a very liberal French woman because you don’t just go around kissing people on the face when you live in England.
Headcanon accepted!
Ciel’s a big fan of (tastefully done and not mind boggling blood-content =/= quality orientated movies) and can vouche that he likes the different takes and feel of a foreign horror/drama genre specific movie.
Ohhh, nice! I haven’t read that but I like the incerpt you sent me.
‘Sup Mr. M. How u doin’. Having fun polishing the silverware three times over till you can see a crystal clear reflection?
/awkwardly comforts
/how do comfort
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You’ll be okay honey, and I’m sure if you get in contact with her asap she’ll understand and you can work something out together. Everything will be fine
I just. Can you get online or something so I can talk to you? ;;
OH MY TOD MY FRIEND PUT ON GAY PRON AND MY AUN WALKED IN AND WERE LAYGING SHE’S BEEN SRANDIG HERE FOR TOW COMPLETE MINUTES STARING AND WERE THROWING A FIT
THEN SHE SAYS
“I DON’T GIVE A CRAP UPURE OLD WNOUGH BUT WHAT I DO CARE ABOUT ARE THESE CUPS NOY BEING PUT AWAY”
“… You must be an acquaintance of Lau’s.”

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“I’m ashamed to say I’m not familiar with the text — what’s it from?” Certain subliminal messages, aren’t there.

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