[Ciel is in the gym, but he's not doing very gym-ly things because he's too much of a nerd. Things are being routinely inspected, however: weights, bars, the ring and its lack of gloves.

No one is probably going to be able to convince him to exercise. Once a fattydingdongs, always a fattydingdongs.]

[If you're at the commissary and taking forever, Ciel, behind you, gives you get a curt:] Hurry up.

[In the bathroom, he's investigating the damaged door to one of the shower stalls, seeming rather disgruntled. He can't believe he's housed up with a bunch of savages. It hasn't been but a few days, and already a door has been wrecked.

GOD!! is pretty much the look on his face.]