Ciels small pale hand grasped a red pen, the ball of it scratching onto a page full of questions. his middle finger held a warn down calice from holding the pen every day.
The navy haired boy sighed frustrated and dropped the pen onto the wooden desk. He leaned back a moment, bitterly staring at the wall before taking a sip of tea that had long since become cold. He would call Sebastian in as a stress removal tool for the time being though felt that would make him seem to desperate.
Perhaps Alois would be able to make it today...Not that he enjoyed the blonde but it was entertainment of some sort, and seeing Sebastian so bitter was... reassuring?