i hope it's worthwhile, in that case!
[ peripherally aware of this boy's (who, from his side-ways not-glancing, looks close to ciel's and his own age) standing nearby, alois clasps his fingers demurely over his skirt. when oz speaks, he can't help smiling the littlest bit. ]
Do you think so? [ naturally, he is an airy and lyrically voiced thing, making his pitch more gentle and feminine than usual takes no effort whatsoever. it's a little trick he picked up a few years ago (then, it was only slightly easier to do) that made certain things go a lot more smoothly than they would have. then again, acting has helped him garner a lot of things. he folds his hands behind his back, now, and leans in next to the other boy to peer more critically at the eggs. ]
They're probably too spoiled rotten—these taste buds of mine, [ he confesses, with closed eyes, as though bothering to look may be utterly hopeless. ]