[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.]
[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.
[He should know better than to think he could sneakily wake before the reaper but he let himself believe he'd succeeded. And he tried to keep quiet while he did everything, unsure how successful that was but pleased all the same.
And once he'd finished, he'd set up their tea and filled the kettle to get it all ready, dozing off at the table for a bit before started to heat the water. There's even still tape and wrapping paper clippings around him as Undertaker comes out and he stirs again, letting out a yawn.]
Happy Christmas, Undertaker. [He's all smiles, a little excited. Just like a kid again.] I started to get tea ready but I wondered if you might want cocoa or something else this morning.
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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
[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.
KRIMMAZ AND PREZZINTS
And once he'd finished, he'd set up their tea and filled the kettle to get it all ready, dozing off at the table for a bit before started to heat the water. There's even still tape and wrapping paper clippings around him as Undertaker comes out and he stirs again, letting out a yawn.]
Happy Christmas, Undertaker. [He's all smiles, a little excited. Just like a kid again.] I started to get tea ready but I wondered if you might want cocoa or something else this morning.