Ciel slumped in his chair, propping his chin on both fists like a deflated balloon.
The holographic chip display beside him blinked a number considerably smaller than the one he'd started the evening with.
Every time he looked at it, his left eye twitched.
"I want something sweet," he announced to no one in particular, but his gaze swept to all the couples around him.
Though his gaze drifted meaningfully toward Thiago, who stood behind him with both arms crossed.
"Something so sweet my teeth rot," he continued, brandishing his fangs.
Thiago didn't even look at him. "How about you just eat sugar, raw? That's sweet."
"Can't I just have some sweets?" Ciel tilted his head back, offering his most practiced puppy-eyed expression with pouting.
"You can have diabetes too." Thiago retorted with a fake smile.
Ciel's lips pressed into a thin line and turned back to the table.
