Ciels Monologue

Your P.o.V

“Okay, M’lady you can look at the scene now. Just don't touch anything that would cause our results to be mixed.” Looking at the main detective of the case, you lean down and look around the now day-lit ally. "Let's see here, there is a beer bottle smashed around him which is why there is a small trace of Alcohol on his clothing. Also since there are no witnesses, that we know of, it could mean Raven did the crime when no one was around." You observe the scenes main attraction, “They slit his throat from left to right, most likely showing that he didn't either know or see his attacker before his death.” Looking at the wound you think aloud, “They must have used a semi sharp knife to make it seem like he clawed at his torso in agony."
Ciel looked unsure about the slightly bumpy ride which caused pebbles to be thrown around after them. “Nicholas?,” you say in a really upset voice; sounding like tears are going to spill, “why didn't he do the roads like I asked him to last week?” Ciel looked over to the girl in a dove-like dress with a look of disgust: waiting for the temper tantrum to start. “He has been away sick M’lady, he had his surgery done on Tuesday to help him monthly. He is still recovering but Amanda said that he is doing good: recovery wise.” You look up with tears in your eyes. “I'm so proud of him!!!” You squeal with happiness, confusing Ciel. “What are you talking about, Miss?” Sebastian asked curiously, completely oblivious. “He is a WHO not a WHAT you stupid butler! How disgraceful you-!!” Ciel looks at you roasting his Demon butler to a crisp. “M’Lady, To be completely honest, I wasn't looking forward to this little tea party that you set up..” Looking at the Butler’s red eyes with a devilish expression, you turn the the Earl; threatening expression gone but replaced with a disappointed one. “However,” You turn facing him, “Now that I know we are more similar than I thought we should get to maybe know each other a bit better so we can understand each others thinking patterns, does that make sense?” To any normal person that would sound strange, but you aren't normal. “Absolutely Ciel! I know you have won 98.5% of your chess games so you would, of course, be a strategizer! How didn't I see it earlier??” you look up in embarrassment, garnet flushing your cheeks. Ciel smirks at you for a second, then if was replaced with his usual seldom expression. “We are here, Amanda will take you, M’Lady and Earl, to the sitting room while Sebastian and I sort out your tea’s. Any questions just ask Miss (Y/N) or the staff.” Hopping