Who: Ciel and Sebastian.
Where: Their room at the Violet City Inn.
When: ~11pm, January 14th.
Summary: Ciel needs to reprimand Sebastian; Sebastian's in no mood for it.
Rating: PG-13 for possible language/violence? No clue how this is gonna go, kiddies. It went that way.
Log:
[ It's too dark out to train, even with the snow on the ground reflecting every ounce of light it can find. Sebastian was irritated again when he realized that his night vision was as degraded as the rest of him, thanks to the inexplicable oppression of this ridiculous place.
So here he is, absurdly sleepy for the hour, alone in his room with no one to tend to and a disturbing lack of purpose in his veins. At the very least, his eye isn't swollen anymore. He's settled at the desk with a bottle of black nail polish and a bored expression. His nails are hidden under the gloves he wears most of the time, anyway, but it bothers him when he sees them bare, the way they are here in Johto. The polish is a ridiculous attempt at consolation. ]