( NEVER>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ALL SHALL BOW TO THE GRAND MASTER OF BACON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Frowning, Ciel looked at the hard ground. Her first instinct was to bloodly kill them all. Her second instinct told her that it was forbidden. Her third instinct was really in the mood for tea. But before she could commit to any of those instincts, she was picked up from behind.
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"No problem at all," The boy said, pulling Ciel to her feet, "A small won't hurt anyone." He was Ciel's height and wore the same clothes as well (A black t-shirt and black slacks). He grinned at the strange group in front of him, passionately glad he had decided to arrive early.