lottie–la-bouff:

“O-Oh—! Weyll, now—… U-Uhm…!” Lottie blinked, blue eyes a bit round with bewilderment. This certainly didn’t seem to be your average little boy— He carried an air of authority about him, and he was almost… intimidating. Not to mention the eyepatch; that was a bit odd, too…

Her eyes flickered around the plush, ornate room that she did not recognize in the slightest, much to her anxiety. The fact that she had no idea where she was, coupled with the irritated look this boy was giving her, didn’t help her nerves at all, either.

“I-I really— ehm…. don’ know~? Aheh, heh…!”

After the past encounters, the confused looks and answers were no longer surprising. Ciel relaxed a bit, twirling a pen in his hand idly as he thought about what to do with the girl. He decided not to pick too much at her accent, but it was conspicuous that she wasn’t from England, nor did she belong in his manor. 

He stopped twirling the pen in his hand and gripped it tightly against his palm. He rested the fist under his chin and kept his elbow leaned against the tabletop. Ciel had no use for the girl, but his boredom made him a curious.

“Right. Who are you, then?”