[Jack stares at where Ciel's been for a good minute, wondering where the hell did Ciel pull that out from? And then he remembers what sort of broken child Ciel is and he just- sighs out cream and trots to the sink.
Most of it can be washed from his face and hands but his hair and jacket are lost causes. He stalks past Oswald and sniffs haughtily at him, almost offended.]
Pie gallows. [he makes a face. an 'I feel gross right now' face.] Come on then, you can wash my hair because this is your fault.
[He's-- only half-joking, maybe they could conserve water and time and just crowd the bath.]
UMM HOLY SHIT CIEL (unsure)
Most of it can be washed from his face and hands but his hair and jacket are lost causes. He stalks past Oswald and sniffs haughtily at him, almost offended.]
Pie gallows. [he makes a face. an 'I feel gross right now' face.] Come on then, you can wash my hair because this is your fault.
[He's-- only half-joking, maybe they could conserve water and time and just crowd the bath.]