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     "It has been rather dull       and quiet around here,       has it not?       How about we change this       and liven things up?"

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      Although his eyesight was not the best,       he saw the others hesitation.       The look of uneasiness as he gazed towards       the old reapers way. He would give the stranger       the benefit of the doubt, not many people here       were used to his friendliness towards everyone.      "My, my, my.       You must have had a wonderful life,       if that's the case!       Though, that begs the question       as to why you're at such a dreary place as a graveyard."       He was one to talk,       grinning and swaying ever so slightly as he spoke.       His voice had a cheery tone to it as well.       Then again, he was always seen with a smile.

    On a naturally grey day such as today, Nathan’s thoughts turn to his late wife and he pines for the days that they’d spent together. Though her corpse will forever remain preserved in his house, he can’t help but visit her empty tomb, even if it’s just a ruse to keep his daughter from discovering his secret.

    It isn’t until Nathan is greeted by the mortician that he thinks that it may not have been such a great idea to visit Marni’s grave in public. In broad daylight.

    His eyes turn to the man that speaks and he hesitates before answering. He’d seen some strange individuals in Sanitarium, but this one seemed odder than the average. Nathan had seen this man about before, but he always took measures to avoid conversing with the strange inhabitants of the city.

        "I suppose so," he calls from his distance of at least twenty feet. 

                "Just like yesterday and the day before."

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     "I've known quite a few people       in all my years       that have said similar things to me       and, yet, come to me for help in the end.     �� Who knows. Maybe, one day,       you'll join their ranks."

“Pardon? That offer alone creates the assumption I am in need of such information. Or rather, that you hold such valuable interest actually worth my time, as well as my intrigue.”

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     "What can ol' Undertaker       do for you, M'lady?"

                                                   {  “H ello.” }

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     "Welcome!       Please,       come in..~"

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     "So many questions.       I should start charging you       the same amount I charge       the Young Earl for all of this information..~"

"I’d like to think he’d still have a few years before he thought about his funeral arrangements. But if he doesn’t get coffins from you then.. what does he come here for?" The Viscount asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

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     "The Young Earl?       But of course!       He's one of my best customers,       still doesn't want a custom made coffin from me, though~"

"Ah yes, terrible shame. I heard they died in a fire….must have horrible for that poor boy. Just like my cousin, Alois Trancy. Have you had much contact with the Earl these days?"

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     "I've met the, yes,       but I knew them from before that event.       I'm a family friend,       knew his parents and such."

"That makes sense, I suppose. Did you meet the Earl Phantomhive and his butler while at the fair? They made an incredible ice sculpture that won the contest."

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     "There is that, yes,       but, in my business,       it pays to know who's who       here in London~"

"Have we met before? Oh wait… I remember! You were at the Undertaker’s parlour at the Frozen Fair when the Ice Sculpture competition was taking place. I remember seeing you setting up the shop but we didn’t meet officially."

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     "Of course, of course!       Transportation of coffins       comes free of charge       Though, to get down to the total of everything,       it's going to be a pretty penny,       but I doubt it's nothing that       someone of your high calibur       can't handle!"

"The wood would have to be mahogany and the fabric would be shiny red silk. I shall need some assistance in transportation when it is made, as I do not intend to use it right away." He chuckled.

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     "Welcome!"

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     "I always like a good laugh..~"       Giving a small hum, he went to work       with getting the males measurements       and writing them down.       Once he was done, he did a small twirl       to position himself back in front of the blonde,       a wide smile on his face.      "Now, all there is left to do       is to pick how you want your coffin to look.       You know,       picking the wood and the fabric."

"Very well." 

He walked over to the mortician and let him get on with the measuring.

"I would have thought that you would be… less cheerful. You certainly have a great sense of humour."  

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     "There's no need to be sorry."

━━ ; Okay. Wrong place. Though it explained the smell. “Sorry to bother you, says Emily.”

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     "Patients is key,       Little Thomas."

Thomas smiled wider, looking down and reading off as many as he could before his mouth got tired. Again, corpses.

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     "Very nice.       Keep up the good work."

A nod. It was the second to last page. He was almost done. Almost there. He nodded once more, just to further the point.

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     "Oh?       Is this where you are?"

Thomas’s head jerked up. Back! He was back already! The doll scrambled over to the reaper, holding up the book. He had made progress, or, at least, it sounded like he had.

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      The old reaper came back a few hours later,       whipping his hands off on a small towel.      "How are things coming along,       Little Thomas?"

Thomas nodded his head. “Ye-es,” he said, burying his face in the book once more. His craving. He needed it. He wanted it. He was going to get it!