The day was one of the slower ones at the funeral parlor, a dark yet comfortable shop in the heart of England, run by an odd man called Undertaker. You were the only worker in the funeral parlor: aside from you, Undertaker didn’t exactly want others around him constantly. He had been lonely for a long while, but now with you he had no need for much else.

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The shop bell ring as two people entered- one tall, black haired man in a suit and the short Earl you had heard quite a bit about from Undertaker. Ciel and Sebastian, if you recalled correctly- the short one, Ciel, walked up to the counter and rang the bell, calling out slightly impatiently Ciel: “Undertaker, I request your assistance with something.” Sebastian: “Young master, do give him a moment. You’re being rather impatient at the moment.”