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[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.

Edited 2017-09-02 04:46 (UTC)

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

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.]

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.]

[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.]

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?

[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.]

[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.]

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!"

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.

Edited 2021-07-07 00:38 (UTC)

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