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Day Five
Ciel stared out the window with a bored expression. Shopping wasn't interesting. It wasn't fun. But he had to go with Sebastian to do it every week.
As much as he'd rather wear the same outfit every day, society didn't approve of it. And he had a reputation to upkeep. A name to beautify.
Sebastian smiled as he saw Ciel perk up at the sight of the Undertaker's Parlor. He watched as Ciel looked backwards and kept eye contact with the building until it left his view. "Enjoying the sight?" Sebastian couldn't stop himself from commenting on Ciel's reaction.
"I just wonder what he's doing right now."
"Are you guessing he's busy thinking up riddles?"
"He might be," Ciel replied coolly.
"Should I check it out, Young Lord?"
"Ye-" Ciel stopped mid-word as he caught sight of Elizabeth at a store window.
"Ah yes, Elizabeth. You haven't seen her lately, have you?"
"I suppose I've been a little neglectful," Ciel defended himself.
Sebastian didn't reply. If he kept the conversation going, Ciel would stop being distracted and realize that they were having a civilized conversation. It was Ciel's life goal to make his servant sure he was a servant. It was also a goal to find out who caused the fire. But the former seemed to be more important.
"Our shopping is done for the day. Should I stop by the Parlor to get the letter directly?"
"Sure," Ciel murmured.
Sebastian drove back to the Parlor, walked in, and retrieved the letter. He opened Ciel's door and handed him the letter before getting back into the car and driving to the mansion.
Ciel hissed quietly as he read the new riddle. It was a what's-in-common one.
What two things do these words have in common?
Audacious, Empathetic, Intelligent, Oblivious, Unlucky
Give me a break, Ciel thought to himself as he finished reading.