[Ciel doesn't speak for a moment as he closes his eye to chew. The room had begun to spin slightly and he needed to sit back to ground himself. Once the sensation passed he moved to wash down the bit of cake with the rest of the wine in his glass. He'd be sick later again surely, but after consuming what was already too much for a little body, what harm would a little more bring?]
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He'll be the death of me.