[Ciel is lazily sitting in his and Undertaker's apartment, poking at a small notebook. He hums softly and then looks up at the communicator, propped up carefully so he could rest his cheek on his fist.]
Everyone that's here... presumably, you came from your homes, right? Or your home world, at the very least.
How many of us here have been to another world before this? What was it like? Would you go back, I wonder? And if you would, why? The people there? The world itself?
[He doesn't mean to pry too much... okay, yes he does. He's curious and a little bored, really.]
Everyone that's here... presumably, you came from your homes, right? Or your home world, at the very least.
How many of us here have been to another world before this? What was it like? Would you go back, I wonder? And if you would, why? The people there? The world itself?
[He doesn't mean to pry too much... okay, yes he does. He's curious and a little bored, really.]