[ It's a long time that they're walking, and as they leave the confines of the city, Gray truly doesn't know what to expect anymore. The buzz of Achamoth gives way to the twin cadence of their footsteps, which measures out their otherwise silent journey to wherever Ciel has in mind.
When Ciel finally does speak, Gray looks up just enough to see the back of Ciel's head from under the peak of her hood. She isn't sure why, but she feels like an apprentice gravekeeper again, nervously awaiting the first instructions of her austere master.
In any case she isn't sure how she should speak, afraid that her response will be too casual or too apologetic or too defensive, so instead she elects to say nothing at all and follows along in tentative silence.
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Date: 2022-08-04 06:23 am (UTC)When Ciel finally does speak, Gray looks up just enough to see the back of Ciel's head from under the peak of her hood. She isn't sure why, but she feels like an apprentice gravekeeper again, nervously awaiting the first instructions of her austere master.
In any case she isn't sure how she should speak, afraid that her response will be too casual or too apologetic or too defensive, so instead she elects to say nothing at all and follows along in tentative silence.
(She definitely still thinks she's in trouble.) ]