"Please sir, I promise I won't steal from you again, can I just have a piece of this bread?" she asked, gray eyes pleading.
The baker merely growled as he shook her. "No! You get food by payment, and you get payment by honest work! Constable!" he called, looking around for an inspector. Aori growled, struggling to break free but she couldn't. How could someone so big be so strong as well?
Looking back to the person she bumped into, she begged him with pleading gray eyes. "Please! Help me!" she whispered, somehow getting the feeling that he could hear her just as clearly as if she had shouted it at the top of her lungs.
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"Alright, I'll sign them..." Ciel said, getting out his quill and a jar of ink. As he began to sign, he sighed. "Are the servants working hard? If they're not, I suggest you go tell them to hurry up. The ball is tomorrow night, after all."