Joker glanced at his list. “And… Smile, you’ll be sharing a tent with him!”

Ciel, disguised as Smile, stiffened at the announcement but kept his composure. “I believe it would make more sense for me to share with Black,” he argued, gesturing toward Sebastian, who maintained his usual air of refinement despite his circus disguise.

Joker chuckled. “Not up for negotiation. You two will get along just fine.”

Once inside the tent, the atmosphere was tense. Ciel sat rigidly on his cot, sizing up his tentmate. The other boy seemed indifferent, though his sharp gaze suggested he wasn’t fooled by Ciel’s act. It would be a long night.