Ciel Phantomhive

I've become increasingly aware of how detrimentally boring this place can be. Surely there must be something in this blasted city to do. The least they could do is provide some bloody entertainment.

[Poor boy's read damn near every book in the manor.]

So I was thinking. I've yet to discover a game I couldn't beat someone in. And there simply must be all sorts of games where you lot are from...

Who's up for a challenge? [And that would be a slightly arrogant smirk he's got. Little bugger's got some spunk.]

[Ciel seems hesitant for a brief moment before sighing. Should he really be doing this? Probably not.]

Has anyone been seeing anything... particularly odd recently? [Not naming any specifics, but he did just have a Footman die on him. B(]

[The feed flips on, showing a rather young looking teenager, though he's dressed very properly! ... Or... He would be, if he could figure out how to tie the bow on his jacket correctly. At least the eyepatch was on right? It was a pain to get on by oneself...]

Good morning...

For those of you who don't know, my name is Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I've only recently arrived in this city, and felt the need to extend my greetings... [Hey, with no protection, he has to be social.]

... Now that... that's over, I have a question of great importance. [Ohp. Now he's looking a little flustered.]

... Does anyone know where to find a decent breakfast...? Preferably a place that serves decent tea... My breakfast was burned... [Ciel-speak for: I can't bloody cook, I'm thirteen and have had everything delivered to me on a silver platter. LITERALLY.]