Ib hesitated again, staring at him, probably making him uncomfortable with her eyes on him for a long time without saying anything. She had to really think about his next question though. She wasn’t exactly sure how long she’d been wondering around or when she exactly got here. It wasn’t too long ago. “I.. I guess f-for only a few moments.. K-Kinda felt longer b-but… I’m not sure.” The brunette’s innocent voice carried through the room like his did before. Making her glance around, almost frightened by her own voice for a minute. Echo’s sure scared her, because it made her think of how big this place was to carry such small whisperish words around so easily.
Ib found the boy’s accent a little strange too. Where she was from, back at home, nobody really had that much of an accent, other then her mother. It sounded a bit familiar…though of all the things Ib wanted to think about, her mother wasn’t one of them, so she shook that thought away. Glancing around once more, for being very paranoid with her surroundings, and then back at the boy. Paints everywhere…
It wasn’t very settling. Her last encounter with several paintings was at a cursed art gallery that she went to with her parents. Such a frightening display it was, and because of it, it made her life almost a living hell. For this child to be so quiet and innocent looking, cute as a button and delicate as a rose, she has been through a lot with such a memory like that on her mind. Though, like the thoughts of her mother, ti was best to forget it for now, and focus on the matter at hand with the boy in front of her. She was very thankful, at least, that she wasn’t alone.
It was like she was looking past him, at something else. Ciel’s eyes narrowed slightly, enough to make his expression turn sour. It was one thing to be trapped in a place with virtually no way of getting out, but to babysit a child during it all? He just hoped that this maze was easier to figure out than he expected so he could get back to Sebastian and have this place burned to the ground or something. Any other question Ciel had for the girl, Ib, was thrown aside because there was nothing else they could say that would make this museum any clearer. It was dark, the light always seemed far away, and no matter how careful you are, you can still end up running in circles.
The Phantomhive thought about telling her he was in the same boat, when it occurred to him that he never introduced himself. “I’m Ciel,” he told her, though he felt off without speaking his full title. He highly doubted a little girl like her would know of him. Maybe she’d know of his company, but that was because the name was plastered all through out Europe and other parts of the world. The Funtom industries, home of the best toys and finest candies. The boy saw that name everywhere. In stores, in peoples pockets, and even his acquaintances - whether they’re high status or not - has been seen popping a Funtom candy into their mouth.
His body turned and he started to walk away from the girl. After getting a few steps away from her, he stopped. His head turned, and a blue eye glanced her way. “We have to find our way out of here,” he told her, his tone dull and tasteless as it usually was. The earl didn’t care to add emotion or twist to his voice at all. It was the way he spoke naturally. Anything else would be silly. “Are you coming along?”
