[While Shinji sits and takes up the player, Ciel has a sip of the tea. Not...bad. Black tea for sure, but he can't say what kind it is really, not like he would have been able to back home. It at least washes his mouth free of sticky, delicious--what did Shinji call them?
Rice krispy things.] Ours is a tube. It's a lot bigger than this. [Gently, Ciel starts a bit when the player pops open to reveal the tape. He leans back, then leans close again when Shinji holds it out. Reaching up with his free hand, he lifts it, turning it around, inspecting. It's light. It's not like a phonograph at all.
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Rice krispy things.] Ours is a tube. It's a lot bigger than this. [Gently, Ciel starts a bit when the player pops open to reveal the tape. He leans back, then leans close again when Shinji holds it out. Reaching up with his free hand, he lifts it, turning it around, inspecting. It's light. It's not like a phonograph at all.
He offers it back to Shinji again.]