(Heaven's BBS)

[cieled]

From: Ciel Phantomhive (Asteria)
Date: September 23rd

(The small Earl sits, perched on a stone bench, before a pool that is reflecting the stars like a mirror. It's difficult to not be transfixed by such a sight.)

I have never seen them so clearly. I did not think the sight from my manor dampened by unnecessary interference, but now I am proven wrong.

(He is quiet, letting his watchers soak in the beauty.)

Does anyone know where I might acquire a guard-dog? They needn't be fully trained, I suppose.

(If only Sebastian were here to train them! Actually if the demon was here, he wouldn't need one.)

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W-well, if it annoys you, and you get mad... [She trails off uncertainly.] I-I don't want to make anyone m-mad!

[She tilts her head thoughtfully] But, um.. We can teleport anywhere, r-right? If we're G-Gods? OH, but... I wonder if teleporting is hard on a dog...

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[cieled]

I am annoyed with your apologies. There is no need for them. You are you and that is who I wish to converse with. (He has a tendency to always look irritated.)

I wonder if a dog would survive the journey. (He'd rather not test it.)

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Eep! I-I'm sorry! ...And, I'm sorry for apologizing! ...A-and then too! Ah-- [She clamps her hands over her mouth to physically stop herself from her apology cycle and sniffles, eyes tearing up.]

P-people don't tell me things like that... Um, th-thank you...!

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[cieled]

Then stop. (He frowns, a bit sad, at her tears.) Now, now, enough of that. Do you want to ruin your makeup?

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Uuu... [She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a few deep breaths. After a moment she seems to have calmed and she opens them again, smiling sheepishly.]

I-I'll do my best, so... Thank you very much for being kind to me!

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[cieled]

You should expect nothing less from those around you. (It's hard to reinforce that point without being around her.) Anyone who is outright rude to you doesn't deserve your company.

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But, hmm... [She hesitates, looking uncertain of how to explain.]

But... Good or bad, no one's doing anything to me here and I don't know how to feel. Hitting me, or burning me or anything like that... It's fine, I'm not afraid of violence or pain. But doing nothing at all--It's like they don't care about me at all, one way or another.

So I'm okay with people being mean to me, because... It means they care even if it's only to use me. So it's really fine. As long as people don't forget about me, as long as people acknowledge I exist... It's fine.

[So she says, but...]