[Ciel sits in the lobby, glancing over the course offerings with a sour look. His laptop sits closed next to him with his introductory letter resting on top of it. The letter appears to have been crumpled and smoothed back out.
He's quite aware of the number of people coming and going in this area, but he makes no attempt to flag anyone down for assistance. He silently continues to look over the course catalog, his neutral expression eventually falling in to a frustrated frown.]
He's quite aware of the number of people coming and going in this area, but he makes no attempt to flag anyone down for assistance. He silently continues to look over the course catalog, his neutral expression eventually falling in to a frustrated frown.]