[His eyes narrow faintly, though his body remains composed. Al, again. That name always seems to pop up when it comes to Ciel. Inwardly he makes a mental note to somehow hint meeting this one. Gloved fingers curl at the tips before resting back against the sides of his pants, staring endlessly at Negi.
He looks down at Ciel's cup though, repouring tea into it, knowing his taste for it. Whether he drinks it or not, it must be refilled each and every time. There wasn't anything being said he didn't already know, but he said nothing]
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He looks down at Ciel's cup though, repouring tea into it, knowing his taste for it. Whether he drinks it or not, it must be refilled each and every time. There wasn't anything being said he didn't already know, but he said nothing]