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Midday 8/20

[sweetlies]

[Placed on his bed neatly, he'll find:

A tin with assorted teas.
A small box with an assortment of Funtom sweets.
A medium sized cookie jar filled with bone cookies (some misshapen, some slightly burned, all homemade)
A note:]

I don't know how to say this myself.
Thank you. For taking care of me when I was afraid and alone. And for keeping me from revealing my real name, else it might have alienated the few friends I've made. If you have questions, well, I suppose I haven't got much to hide from you anymore, have I?

For the future, I live on the thirteenth floor. Room one. Use that as you will.

And I apologize. For burdening you with my care.

Bone appétit.

text 12/31

[sweetlies]

I need your input on something. Do you have time?

voice

[somakemelaugh]

[Oh, for the love of... He hates text so much.]

Seems I do. What can I do for you?

voice

[sweetlies]

[Sometimes he does this just to drive Undertaker mad.]

I've gotten approval to open a cafe. I thought you might be able to help?

text -midday

[sweetlies]

A man tried to sell me a coffin today.

I told him that's the last thing I need.

[He probably just knows that Ciel is laughing.]

voice

[somakemelaugh]

[Oh, he's sure the boy is off having a laugh, watching him try to read that. Once he figures it out, he shakes his head with a grin and responds with a voice message, kthx.]

Did he at least ask you to let him measure you? I'd not even consider it unless he did.

voice

[sweetlies]

[Really, he thought it was a good joke!]

Oh no, I'd never trust anyone but you for that anyway.

[He'll get him one of these days.]

video

[sweetlies]

We've been here almost a year and I still don't know when your birthday is.

[He's out and about, purposely avoiding certain places so Undertaker can't guess at where he is.]

video! always!

[somakemelaugh]

[Oh? Goodness, it's almost like someone knows just when to ask him about these things. For his part, he is at home, lazing about, reading something or other. Until that message, that is.]

Milord, whatever brought that up? It isn't a day of importance, after all.

<3

[sweetlies]

[Ciel is just that good but, really, Undertaker accidentally inspired him.]

Well, Father's birthday is in a few months, Lizzie's is coming up. And you got me that tea and chocolate, it got me thinking. [Not important? Nonsense!] It's important to me. I like knowing the birthdays of people important to me.

DELIVERY (March 28th)

[sweetlies]

[Undertaker will return home from work to find a black upright piano with gold filigree settled in the living room. And with a large pink bow settled around it as well as a small plate with a lopsided and poorly iced cupcake on it on top of the covered keys.

The rest of the unfortunately shaped cupcakes sit in the kitchen.

He tried.]

[somakemelaugh]

[Oh no. What did the boy do? He comes home from work, as usual, a little tired, but not enough that he'd miss the new dark mass in the room. He has to stop and approach it slowly, more and more sure of what it is before he ever actually reaches it]

[Those cupcakes. The pink bow. He's sure of what it is, but he's not assuming he knows what it's for, other than a good time, so he goes about the house, looking for Ciel.] Milord?

[sweetlies]

[He technically did nothing. At least, that's what he'll insist. Money exchanged hands and a piano was delivered, he could plead the fifth on everything after the money left his hands.

Except maybe when it comes to the cupcakes. Those very clearly are his handiwork.

He'll find Ciel lounging in their room, reading one of Undertaker's fantasy novels. And when he hears that voice, he looks up and smiles.] I didn't hear you get home.

starhue - video (dated to r!Ciel's arrival)

[sweetlies]

Undertaker..?

[If he sounds a little uncertain... well, he is. By now, he and his twin have been, at least a little reacquainted.]

Can we talk?

[somakemelaugh]

[He notices that uncertainty and he isn't sure how he feels about it. That they're having this conversation anything but face to face is a concern of its own. But he knows Astre and Ciel spoke, and he has an idea of what this is about.]

We are talking. Is everything alright with you and your twin?

[sweetlies]

[Really, he just didn't want to run off to find Undertaker and leave Ciel on his own so soon. Or leave him to hunt them down while they're talking.]

Yes. At least, mostly.

[He's still a little uncomfortable with him. Especially considering the last time he'd seen him. And his comment regarding his... position.]

I could find you.

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[sweetlies]

[Since he had spoken to the horned-woman, he had been careful not to be in the same room as Undertaker whenever he thought about it, lest the reaper find him blushing a hot enough red that, if he came close enough, he could probably feel.

But he couldn't do that forever. And he more or less got his blushing under control after a day, so it wasn't too suspicious of him. He hoped.]

Undertaker?

[Really, he had no idea what he was doing, what he'd say- what could he say? After all, it was just some strangers opinion, right? And second-hand, no less.]

[somakemelaugh]

[He isn't a fool, and after having lived for a small handful of years looking after the Earl, so close to the boy, it was impossible not to notice that as soon as he entered one room, Astre would make his excuses and exit soon after. It didn't worry him, not immediately. They'd had their moods and avoided each other for various reasons now and again; he put it to that, thinking perhaps the boy was in a mood or something harsh had been said or done somewhere. Even now, they sometimes would butt heads, but never in an explosive way, contrary to how they once had been.]

[Or how Astre had once been, in any case.]

[So he waited, giving the Earl patience and a chance to come around on his own and open up to what had been bothering him. In the end, that patience won out, and Astre would find him seated on a couch in the living room, reading something upon one of the ridiculous... okay, so the datapads were growing on him, but only out of necessity! Not because he liked them. He lifted his gaze from it, glancing over in the boy's direction.]

Here, milord.

[sweetlies]

[Oh, not far to find him and he can feel his heart beating a little harder for it. And he suddenly realizes that he still has no idea what to do, that moment of calling out for him and actually finding him doing nothing to help.

He moves over the the couch, settling beside Undertaker and peeking at his datapad for a moment, nosy, and then leans his head onto the reapers shoulder.]

Anything interesting?

[That's an innocent enough question, right? Even after the days he'd been a bit quiet and awkward. Thinking about that now makes his stomach knot up a bit in guilt.]

backdated to christmas

[sweetlies]

[Very carefully wrapped, because they both know Astre has absolutely so skill with wrapping gifts, is a soft package left on the table where they normally have tea in the morning.

It's marked for Undertaker.

When unwrapped, he'll find a very warm, very soft, night-blue blanket with stars all over it but also decorate with skulls, bones, and coffins. He hadn't had Undertaker's exact measurements so it's a bit bigger than he might need but the reaper would absolutely be able to curl up under it comfortably and with space to spare.]

KRIMMAZ

[somakemelaugh]

[Between them, they held few secrets anymore, and with the holiday coming that at least they two if no one else in the city celebrated, it became more of a game than an effort to try and hide what they each knew the other was up to. They'd lived in such close proximity all of that time, but gave each other space enough and turned a blind eye to the sounds of gift wrapping and whatnot that neither knew what the other had actually planned.]

[So when Astre began to shift and stir early that morning, well before even Undertaker himself would begin to rise, he stayed as he was, pretending to continue to sleep, and let the boy go about his business. It was hard enough for the Earl to be awake at that hour, early as Undertaker himself would always rouse himself, and he gave it a good hour or so by the time piece on the night stand before he made his way into the main room of their shared apartment to see the gift wrapped preciously on the table.]

[If he had not been smiling before, he certainly was now.]

Well, good morning, milord. Looks like Santa knows to visit us here in this world. And here I thought grim reapers had talent.

backdate to 3/25 | action

[sweetlies]

Oh, he tried to be sneaky but he knows how hard that can be when Undertaker is so aware and observant of everything. That never stops Astre from trying though. And so he snuck out of bed early to make a nice breakfast for them, setting it all out on a tray with a fresh pot of tea and all the fixings so he could have as much or as little as he wanted.

Then slipped back into their room, almost certain the reaper would be awake already or faking sleep for Astre's sake.

"Happy birthday!"

little heathen

[somakemelaugh]

It was easy enough to wake him in the mornings. Even if things were rough before he'd made his morning cup of tea and had the first few sips, he liked to consider himself a morning person, as did most who experienced him early enough in the day. So it was, then, when Astre woke and snuck out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible, that Undertaker woke after a few moments from the bed moving under Astre's weight.

There seemed to be no cause for alarm. Until he heard jostling and rustling around in the kitchen, Undertaker thought the boy had only gone to the bathroom. It had been years, decades even, since he had last cared to celebrate his birthday, or even to acknowledge it at all. Astre had been known now and then to wake up in the mornings and try to surprise him with breakfast tea. Such a sweet boy.

Even sweeter, he thought with surprise, for Astre to remember a date he had shut out of his mind so long ago, and to try to make it special. He gave up playing possum at the greeting and turned his head to look over at his roommate, so very pleased.

"Well, look at this! Someone has been quite busy, haven't they?"

soem sexy action ;)

[sweetlies]

It wasn't often that anyone got to see him nervous or anxious but the clerk who had discreetly directed him to what he wanted while shopping had that chance. And now Undertaker too.

Despite being an adult in the eyes of most any world and society, he felt like a clumsy child now, face and ears flushed bright pink as his heart pounded a million miles a minute in his chest. His upbringing had never prepared him, much, in terms of marriage and pleasure. And this was... well, only a bit different really. It was enough to make him feel a bit shy though.

He waited until he knew Undertaker was busy and slipped into their room to change, skin breaking out into nervous chills as he slipped into a pair of lacy lingerie and glanced at himself in the mirror. With his fair skin, slim build, and long hair, he couldn't deny that he looked good. That didn't help his nerves though.

Especially since now that he was changed, what did he do next..?

He stood, staring at the mirror for a minute or so longer before taking a deep breath to steady himself and slipping out to the living room. And, after peeking to see Undertaker wasn't there at the moment, settled himself on the couch, and tried to make himself look as appealing as he could.

All while still blushing bright.

Re: soem sexy action ;)

[somakemelaugh]

Being housemates for so long by now, hearing each other move around was hardly an unusual occurrence. So it never crossed his mind to check on Astre while he fixed his tea the way he liked it. As he always did, he had brought down a second cup for the Earl and fixed it as Astre liked. By now, he knew Astre's tastes quite well.

Once done, he set both cups on saucers and made to carry them out to where he heard the teen last.

"I've made you some tea, my lord. I do hope you're in the mood for..."

Rarely in his time, more of late than some number of decades ago, had he ever been stunned to silence. To see Astre sitting on the couch? Not unexpected in the least. They had both found themselves there quite often, more often at the same time. But this... Oh, this?

For a moment, he wondered if something in the surgery behind his eyes had malfunctioned somehow and warped his vision to something... not what it was before. Then the moment passed and reality began to settle in. As it always did, the smile returned to his face.

"Is it a bit too warm in here for your liking, my lord? I see you've gone and left some of your clothing aside this evening."

Never mind that the clothing the teen did have on was, indeed, made of some form of lace.