2 ;; the devil is in the details

[devilstandards]

[A. (Locked to housemates!) In the kitchen, there is tea. Mmmm, tea. Or maybe you want tea and Advocat's offering...perhaps you're already having some of your own and he just happens to be nearby. Regardless, there is tea

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B

[wondering_eye]

[Don't...mind her she's just carrying two baskets full of fish and resentfully tossing the cheapest bottle of shampoo into one of them]

[devilstandards]

[ohai

but not like this icon]

We meet again, Satori.

[wondering_eye]

[ffffffff who said you could be on first-name basis...]

It seems that way, yes.

[devilstandards]

[he does what he wan]

You enjoy fish?

B.

[exactingrevenge]

[That kid you met earlier is here too. He's glancing over all the foreign products, just because none of these things are from his time or country. In one hand he's holding a small package, looks like it's the only thing he's considering. It's an eyepatch. Sees no reason to make a shady/potentially-hazardous deal with the post office when he can just replace it by shopping through medical supplies. Not being the social sort, he says nothing when he sees Advocate.]

[devilstandards]

Something wrong with one of your eyes, boy?

[sorry, part of being a devil is being bothersome]

[exactingrevenge]

You could say that.. [Ciel mused, not desiring to explain anything to Advocate. At least not until the eyepatch would firmly be in place. It was mostly for keeping up appearances. The contract he held with a certain demon had been placed in the eye he held closed. Since arriving in Mayfield, it hadn't been visible.. Ciel hoped it was still there. Regardless he wanted to act as though it was should he run into anyone he knew. It was more of a psychological thing at this point. Looks over at what Advocate is perusing.]

Completely out of cosmetics at your house? [That couldn't all be for one person]

[devilstandards]

You could say that.

[looks at some hair dye]

The purpose of this, though, escapes me. Such an ugly shade...