[ Ciel's unusual attire is not lost on Howl. She looks... good. This outfit suits her well. She actually resembles a typical young woman of her apparent age for once, and she even looks... quite lovely, if Howl is honest with himself. But his eyes dart over her for only a short moment, before tearing away to look at the tea table instead, lest the length of his gaze give away any of those thoughts. He is not in the mood to admire pretty girls and definitely did not come here to admire Ciel specifically. ]
Thank you.
[ After taking a seat, Howl leans back in his chair and crosses one ankle over his knee. He knows Ciel must have spotted the feathers on his face by now, but he keeps his hands folded discreetly (and perhaps, a bit conspicuously) behind the long flaps of his coat. ]
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Thank you.
[ After taking a seat, Howl leans back in his chair and crosses one ankle over his knee. He knows Ciel must have spotted the feathers on his face by now, but he keeps his hands folded discreetly (and perhaps, a bit conspicuously) behind the long flaps of his coat. ]