Ciel went ahead with Quia outside, as a sleepy Shire followed behind with draggy steps.
Crowds of students, packed with enthusiastic juniors, filled the walkway.
The rooftops atop shielded them from the morning glow, the space affording comfort and leisure.
If not for the occasional seniors who passed by. Shoulders hunched, face drained, yet burning with a stubborn vigour that crept up somewhere, as if the apocalypse was still before their hollow eyes.
"Scary…"
The elf shuddered as another one walked by, not bothering to glance at her comment.
"Ciel." Quia's tone was stern. "Never be like them, alright, my shortie?"
The said shortie smiled, raising her head to the elf's serious look. "Miss Quia."
"What?"
"...nothing."
Ciel was not offended. Not one bit.
Her monstrous form reached over five men tall. Now was just a compensation, probably.
She breathed through her nostrils before glancing at her side as Quia's hand was an inch away from hers.
