.. And if you thought Ciel was terrible with German before- this Ciel hadn't been brushing up on the language recently so his comprehension would be even more abysmal. " I beg your pardon.." He replied tersely as soon as she got to the part about seeing him in bed and before she could explain the situation. Even if the words were untrue he couldn't help feeling more uncomfortable about the subject. "Healing from what? I'm perfectly healthy.." Or as perfectly healthy as he had ever been. His asthma was still a problem that was unrelenting when exposed to the right allergens.
As she trailed off, a quiet moment passed between them. From her manner of dress, it was possible that she might be apart of upper society and she could be from his own time. The prospects intrigued him greatly, but he hated to be at a disadvantage. This person- could she be from essentially the future? Undertaker had hinted about how something like that could happen here but Ciel had not witnessed it personally.
"I am the last of the Phantomhive line," He answered solemnly.
"I would rather discuss this on the ship..." Ciel readily agreed. If she was unable to stand on her own then they might have to wait for his fellow crewman. It was difficult to keep a straight face as she explained what had happened. Still, he managed it. He wasn't much use as she was slowly freeing herself, but progress was slow.
"......" So she knew about his aversion to being near others. What else did she know? Reluctantly he moved closer again. "Why didn't you include a hinge? It would be a lot easier to remove if it was not a solid ring." He tilted his head to the side and looked for a delicate way to aide her in this problem. "Which... direction should I pull it...?" Upwards, probably? Wouldn't it risk getting stuck on her arms? But.. downward it would run into all that fabric. Ugh. Where was Lizzie or Sebastian- they should be doing this. Anyone that wasn't himself should be doing this...
I could see her using those smilies too. They fit her cuteness.
As she trailed off, a quiet moment passed between them. From her manner of dress, it was possible that she might be apart of upper society and she could be from his own time. The prospects intrigued him greatly, but he hated to be at a disadvantage. This person- could she be from essentially the future? Undertaker had hinted about how something like that could happen here but Ciel had not witnessed it personally.
"I am the last of the Phantomhive line," He answered solemnly.
"I would rather discuss this on the ship..." Ciel readily agreed. If she was unable to stand on her own then they might have to wait for his fellow crewman. It was difficult to keep a straight face as she explained what had happened. Still, he managed it. He wasn't much use as she was slowly freeing herself, but progress was slow.
"......" So she knew about his aversion to being near others. What else did she know? Reluctantly he moved closer again. "Why didn't you include a hinge? It would be a lot easier to remove if it was not a solid ring." He tilted his head to the side and looked for a delicate way to aide her in this problem. "Which... direction should I pull it...?" Upwards, probably? Wouldn't it risk getting stuck on her arms? But.. downward it would run into all that fabric. Ugh. Where was Lizzie or Sebastian- they should be doing this. Anyone that wasn't himself should be doing this...