[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.