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[In pops Undertaker, all smiles, as per his usual. Not even recent events seem to have taken that away from him. From the view, he seems to be seated on a couch indoors, but in an unusual twist, there seems to be a head of dark hair leaning against his shoulder, one much smaller and certainly not his own. But he doesn't acknowledge this person, not right away.]

Those of you on Floor 2 of the community building, we'll be having a guest for a time. I seem to find myself in an interesting sort of way and I can't rightly say no to this one. [He's well aware that there may be worries about food and the sort, but he isn't taking no for an answer on this one.] No need to worry about him minding his own business or taking space. I've worked that much out so it won't fall on any of you, of course. Only fair. Feel free to speak with me if you've any concerns. Ta.

[The view shifts down and to the side, offering up a brief flash of Ciel leaning in against the mortician's side as he reaches with his other hand to power down the feed.]

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[It's not different than the coat itself in color, just not quite as loose. Beneath is a dark shirt covering one that's white in contrast, both long sleeved and buttoned near up to the collar, and pants just as dark concealed by high boots and leather straps along his legs. He takes the coat and holds one sleeve out for him.] It won't hurt me not to wear it for a while. Here, let's try it on you, see how much of you it swallows.

[He reaches out and takes the coat, a little unsure for a moment and then slips it on.

Undertaker is a good bit taller than him, so he definitely swims in it, the sleeves hanging well over his hands. Enough so that he lets out a little laugh when he lifts his arms and the sleeves droop over.]

[He hums over the sleeves, but he had expected that. They're long enough that they hang off even his own arms, and that was the way he'd had it designed. But the rest of the coat does indeed drag behind the boy as he'd thought. It would tatter the ends, but really what could he do about that? It might not be too bad. They only had to make one trip out to the shops so Ciel could find something more his size to wear.]

[That laugh though, that gets his attention. He hadn't heard that from the boy in years, not since Ciel was much, much younger, and even then it had been on accident he was sure. As surprising as it had been, he makes no note of it outwardly.] Well, it will do for now.

[He moves to crouch in front of Ciel and works the buttons back in place again. It's not anything he's required to do; he's not a butler or the boy's father, not that Vincent would have done this himself anyway. But he does it anyway, and he's not sure why. Really, he should make Ciel do it himself. He'll need to learn anyway and it would help him get used to his one eye's vision.] Let you get used to this, walking around in it, and we'll head out to the market here and get you a wardrobe or two what fits you so you're not having to run around in your night clothes all indecent.

Thank you.

[He smiles, watching Undertaker work at the buttons and the, pushes the sleeves up, reaching to help. His fingers move a little awkwardly but he'll manage well enough if it doesn't disturb Undertaker as he works at the buttons. Otherwise he stops.]

I never really shopped for clothes before.

[Oh? There are little fingers working the buttons? He takes his hands back and lets them lower, letting Ciel do the work this time. So the little lord does have some dignity. Instead, he'll focus on talk instead.] No? Well, I suppose you would have had people come to you to fit you and make clothing for you. It's not part of what I do though, so for our purposes, we'll just have to show you what it's like to live as one of the commoners. How does that sound?

[It's a little clumsy but he does manage, slower than Undertaker would have but he does. And without any crooked buttons, much to his own satisfaction.]

Mother and I are too delicate to always go into London for new clothes. [He... kind of hates that.] I'm sure it'll be okay. You're here and I'm not sick now.

[He notes that inexperience, but it's telling that the boy was willing to give it a try instead of try to command him about like he wasn't sure if or not he'd encounter. There would've been heads butted, if he had, but there was no need. Promising.] So I am, and so you're not. There might be a concern from others were you to need to leave, and I can't see keeping a boy of your age indoors all day, even a noble. We don't need to leave for the shop right now. We've time yet.

I couldn't get sick if I was indoors. Not as much. [But he likes that Undertaker didn't agree. He'd never been able to stop himself from being at least a little jealous that his twin got to play outside all the time.]

I don't mind when we go.

Illnesses aside, you're still indecent, milord. But we won't have to worry about that yet. For now, let's see you settled and give you the night to relax and perhaps tomorrow we'll take you out for good clothes. [He looked over his coat on the boy and snickered, shaking his head. It really did dwarf such a young body.]

[He looks down at himself, pushes the sleeves up, and then makes a face before looking back up at Undertaker.]

Better than my night shirt though. [He won't really argue, instead letting his hand clip out to hold onto Undertaker, smiling a little..] But okay.

[He set an arm over his thigh and looked up at the child with a quick grin.] Now that we've established as much, I'm afraid I haven't much for entertainment about this place. What takes the fancy for a young lord like yourself?

[He glanced around and-

yeah. There wasn't much. Even if he'd felt a lack at home, it was more noticeable here.] I like reading. And Ciel and I would play chess a lot.

Hm. Well, I don't yet have a chess board, I'm afraid, but books I do have. Let's have a look at them and see if you'd like to start in on one of those. [The ones he had collected had been mostly medical science and technology How To's and beginner's guides, to catch him up on the world around him. He wondered if the boy would be interested in anything like it, but he did have a mystery novel he'd picked up on a whim. Ironically enough, it was set in the Victorian era, and he was sure that was why he'd bought it. What did people here and now think that their life was like back in that age?]

[He sticks close to him, one hand holding onto Undertaker's or onto his clothes, a physical reassurance of his being close even if he can clearly see it.]

Maybe we could find a couple books too when we get clothes?

[He doesn't mind that hand holding onto him at all. In fact, he'll use it when he stands to help him guide the boy to a couch to settle in.] We'll do that. You'll need something to keep you busy if I have to leave for work and can't take you with me. I imagine you'll want to do a little exploring, but I'll leave that up to your whims, so long as you know how to get back here.

[He immediately shuffles next to Undertaker.] I... might stay here.

[After his last 'adventure,' he'd like to be where he knows he's safe. And comfortable.] Since I can only half see. I might get lost.

[And he hadn't even paid attention to where his own apartment was.]

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