sass-master-sebastian:
“Yes, that might be so. However, I doubt that ‘your people’ know exactly who they’re up against.” He chuckled. “Why would I tell you who I’m working for? Silly prince. All royals have a bounty on their heads. What do you expect?”
Sebastian ran his hands through his hair again, smoothing it out. He grinned at the boy who looked satisfactorily distressed.
“Can I get you anything, Prince Phantomhive? Water? A drink? A snack? Are you tired? Would you like to rest?”
Patronizing and teasing the Prince would be fun…
──♚── Ｃiel gazed at his captor for a moment, mentally noting that the man was rather handsome for an outlaw. He rolled his sapphire eyes as he finally tore his gaze away. Keeping those arms crossed over his chest, he stuck his nose in the air and looked in the opposite direction of the man.
“Ｉ don't want anything. Except to be returned to my colony.” He couldn’t help but wonder just who had a bounty on his head. Most of all, what would become of him? Would he be killed? Turned into a slave? It made him feel sick to his stomach.
“Ｌet's say I'm not saved by my guard. Which is rather unlikely. What's to become of me at our destination?”
