[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location: General Housing 3C -> Lagrange Street, heading North [/center][hr]

Ciel wasn't in the habit of sleeping late. Actually, to be perfectly frank, he didn't sleep much at all these days. He'd been up for a few hours now, pacing around the room he'd been assigned. As usual, he wasn't exactly dressed for the weather: dark blue golf shirt and grey jeans, with only an unzipped black windbreaker to keep out the late Winter chill. His platinum blonde hair was a bit of a mess and clearly hadn't been cut properly in a while. His parents would have had an aneurysm just looking at what had become of their son, but nowadays nobody really cared about such things.

Despite his unusual sleep patterns, Ciel felt a lot better than he had in a long time. Looking at his reflection on the window glass, he noted that he looked a lot less like a corpse than he had last summer. That said, he didn't seem to have grown much, or at least not as much as he'd have liked to. This was a bit disappointing, seeing as he was now 12 years old and only 6 years away from being a legal adult. Not that it meant much these days. 

Like he'd hoped, he'd gotten a job a few months ago soon after he left the infirmary. Thinking he should probably check in with the Domestic lead to see what he had to do with these next 16 hours or so, he left the building, careful to close the door as soundlessly as possible even though he was fairly certain that Jim and Guy had already left. It was just a habit at this point. 

He walked briskly up Lagrange street, his hands deep in his pockets as they were already starting to turn numb from cold. February was not Ciel's favorite month. It was late enough in Winter that he was already sick of the season, but still a long way off from Spring. He quickened his pace, hoping that Meghna would be awake by the time he showed up. He really didn't want to get on her nerves, lest he be laid off the only job he'd ever had in his whole life. He had some respect for Meg, but at the same time he found her endless sympathy a little patronizing. Now that he was out of the infirmary, that had dulled somewhat, but some degree of tension remained. 

He passed by Richard along the way. Ciel waved shyly, but said nothing. He always thought it best to stay out of Richard's way. A lot had happened last year, and Richard was still reeling from it, it seemed. Ciel was no counselor, and really had nothing to say to him. He continued down the long street towards the north end of their little settlement, slowing down a bit so as not to be a wheezing wreck by the time he arrived at Meg's place. They'd been running low on the medication they needed to keep his asthma under control, so he'd been doing his best to keep medical emergencies to a minimum. It was all he could do to not be a major pain in the ass around here.