Nov 21, 2011 01:55
[Ciel isn't his usual prim and proper self. He is sweaty and flushed. There is also a pleased smirk on his lips.]
I do enjoy an opponent who can hold his own. [Picking up a towel, he wipes off his face. He then holds up a long, thin sword.] Perhaps we can have another round next week?
[Whoever the Earl is speaking to seems to give an affirmation.]
I will let you know my schedule. [A few moments later, a door opens and closes, leaving Ciel alone in the room.] Hm. [He eyes the sword critically before jabbing and pivoting. Clearly, he has had extensive training. But his stamina isn't up to par. After performing a rather complicated move, he stumbles and leans against a bench, panting.]
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