Of course I'm pink, it's very cold out. I hope you're cushy in here. [Now he's hurrying in - well, 'hurrying'... He's walking kind of awkwardly. His trek to rest the roses at the side of the hospital bed is almost a ginger waddle. Almost.
He peeks over his shoulder, just to make sure the door's still closed, and then snatches up his mittens. This is why his hands are so cold, Ciel: he withdraws a few timbits that were hidden in the mittens, done up in Saran wrap and drops them on the bed next to Ciel. Ah... Now he's fishing some out of that bulky muffler... Now he's wiggling some out of his pockets.............. Oh god he's birthing timbits like crazy.] They weren't going to let me bring them in, [he says, hushed.]
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He peeks over his shoulder, just to make sure the door's still closed, and then snatches up his mittens. This is why his hands are so cold, Ciel: he withdraws a few timbits that were hidden in the mittens, done up in Saran wrap and drops them on the bed next to Ciel. Ah... Now he's fishing some out of that bulky muffler... Now he's wiggling some out of his pockets.............. Oh god he's birthing timbits like crazy.] They weren't going to let me bring them in, [he says, hushed.]