show up like this, dressed and ready, or at least pretending to be.
"Since you've chosen the hard way, don't you ever bring up emotions again. Don't cry to me about feelings, don't whisper about love, don't even think about it. You're here because you pushed your way in, not because you're wanted."
He straightened, his eyes narrowing in disdain. "So keep it to yourself, Lexie. All of it. I don't want to hear it."
Without waiting for her response, he turned sharply, his long strides cutting through the room like a storm gathering forceAs time passed, Lexie took on the responsibility of securing supplies all on her own.
The tasks ranged from gathering essentials to ensuring the comfort of their living space.
Ciel, being just a child, struggled with the confinement, his frustration and discontent evident in his demeanor.
It became Lexie's mission not only to procure the necessary items but also to bring a sense of joy and diversion to Ciel's restricted world.
