Perhaps Greed did react much stronger than he should have. Never the less, it did not matter. He would most likely never see the little twerp again. Kids were truly a nuisance. Just small creatures that can’t protect themselves. Hell, the eye patch present on the child’s face, made Greed’s assumption even stronger. His brain registered it as a possible injury, or even maybe an assault on the kid. Yet, there was something off. The young boy’s expression was upsetting. He seemed depressed, even hurt.
“Lost you say? Well… wouldn’t expect a little twerp to be able to find his away around the city… I have nothing better to do, so I guess I could take some time to show you. Just one question… What does a little kid want with Central?”
Of course. Another tough guy who underestimates anything and everything that wasn’t him. Ciel’s eye twitched in irritation from the constant ‘twerp’ and 'kid’ comments, but at least he was getting somewhere. The boy let out a sigh, and spoke, “My business here does not concern you. I merely need directions.”
His tone was calm, but fast and rude. He wondered why he even bothered to talk to this man, when it was obvious he was far too unintelligent to commit a string of murders without a trace.
