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[sweetlies]

who: Ciel, Jason Todd, Undertaker, Beverly Crusher
what: Ciel has an asthma attack
when: 9/17
where: Book store, hospital
warnings: None?

He'd had time during the day, business was slow and if he stayed, he might have fallen asleep in his office. So he'd sent a message to Jason, inviting him to join the teen at a local bookstore to pass the time. And with the intent of picking at his brain a bit for more reading material, things he could read to keep himself up at night until he was too tired to dream.

If he couldn't dream, he couldn't disturb anyone.

He got himself a cup of tea while he waited, resisting a cough. What an inconvenient time to get sick. Hopefully it wouldn't spread to Jason- maybe he should have thought this meeting over more carefully.

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Dislike was one way to put it, but he nodded anyway and settled a little more into his seat. His tea had finished steeping and he took the bag out and squeezed what water from it he could and set it aside on a napkin to be tossed away later. "I've made no secret of it."

In truth though, he hadn't much of a choice in the matter. If they'd been in their world, he could simply do away with her, but that would attract far too much attention, even for a rogue like himself. Better to let her life run its natural course, even if she did trouble Vincent's son. "You say that as if no one else would be there. Is that really what you think?"

[sweetlies]

"No, you haven't." He agreed, easily. And he could see several reasons why he might dislike her but he doesn't argue them, doesn't try to change Undertaker's opinion. He was, after all, older than Ciel was, had dealt with nobles longer than he had.

"There might be people there. None of them that care about me though. Or really knew me." They all knew and cared about Ciel Phantomhive.