[If he wants to be treated like an adult he should act like one maybe? Pulling a "DNI me angy/depressed" and going off the grid for a few days after a significant fuck-up is the adult equivalent of a tantrum, it's not very responsible at all tbqh. Not that Ciel is calling him out or blaming him for it, but just putting that out there, for the record.]
"Well, you COULD try. It just probably wouldn't work."
[The black-haired boy shrugs with a tilt of his head, while Ciel puffs out her chest like she owns the place.]
An apple or two, hm? We'll see about that. Now come along, all of you. [Amos IS included with the kids now, actually,] Just apples and cookies don't make a meal, mister Amos is over twice your sizes and even you guys eat more than that. Let's see what else we can get him, shall we?
"There's bread from this morning! I know where the cheese is, too."
"Are we making a sandwich? You need meat for that, too."
"You CAN eat them separately, putting it all together is just more convenient."
[The girl and the other boy are animatedly chatting between them, while the black-haired boy puts up an air of looking aloof while waiting for Amos to follow along. Seems like he's getting ushered into the kitchen, whether he likes it or not! And once through the door, it's immediately obvious which area of the relatively large room (this kitchen DOES serve the entire citadel) Ciel had claimed for herself. One table is littered with baking ingredients, a couple of older teens at its end are busy separating the dough and shaping them into slightly flattened balls to fill the baking tray. Judging by the amount of trays stacked and waiting at the side, a LOT of cookies will be made today. There should definitely be enough for him, too, probably? Most likely...!
Only the black-haired boy remains at Amos' back, the other two have run off for the errands they were assignedeagerly took on.]
Don't forget to wash your hands, first!
[Was that directed at him, or the other kids? ...Same difference, right?]
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"Well, you COULD try. It just probably wouldn't work."
[The black-haired boy shrugs with a tilt of his head, while Ciel puffs out her chest like she owns the place.]
An apple or two, hm? We'll see about that. Now come along, all of you. [Amos IS included with the kids now, actually,] Just apples and cookies don't make a meal, mister Amos is over twice your sizes and even you guys eat more than that. Let's see what else we can get him, shall we?
"There's bread from this morning! I know where the cheese is, too."
"Are we making a sandwich? You need meat for that, too."
"You CAN eat them separately, putting it all together is just more convenient."
[The girl and the other boy are animatedly chatting between them, while the black-haired boy puts up an air of looking aloof while waiting for Amos to follow along. Seems like he's getting ushered into the kitchen, whether he likes it or not! And once through the door, it's immediately obvious which area of the relatively large room (this kitchen DOES serve the entire citadel) Ciel had claimed for herself. One table is littered with baking ingredients, a couple of older teens at its end are busy separating the dough and shaping them into slightly flattened balls to fill the baking tray. Judging by the amount of trays stacked and waiting at the side, a LOT of cookies will be made today. There should definitely be enough for him, too, probably? Most likely...!
Only the black-haired boy remains at Amos' back, the other two have run off for the errands they
were assignedeagerly took on.]Don't forget to wash your hands, first!
[Was that directed at him, or the other kids? ...Same difference, right?]