Greed found himself playing with the black fabric upon his torso, ignoring the surrounding citizens with each step. His mind was nearly blank, nothing of true importance, inside that baffled brain of his. It was amazing how he could walk, paying no attention, and not run into a single person. Especially when in a city, crawling with pathetic mortals, such as Central. Just as soon as Greed decided to look up, he felt a body against his. Just his luck, right when he thought his luck was coming through, he collided into a young male.
“Why you… little brat! At least you have the respect to apologize, for that I’ll let it be.” There was something foreign about the child. His skin tone was different than the normal around here, his eyes a more vivid blue, and hair of similar color, but a few shades darker.
The young Phantomhive was surprised at the man’s anger. He thought it was a meaningless bump, but to the other it seemed offensive. Overly angry, with menacing red eyes? Ciel wasn’t one to assume, but instead of going on his way, he decided to engage the stranger with conversation. Ask a few innocent questions. It isn’t like he was worried for his safety, because he didn’t have to be. Though Ciel sent Sebastian off to gather intelligence from witnesses and suspects, he couldn’t be that far away.
“Do you know where the Central Headquarters are? I seem to be lost.”
