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[Undertaker pops on screen, looking like his usual self. Smiles all around, hair veiling his eyes, dark though not black clothing. He has mastered the phone-thing as of some time ago, but he hasn't had any real reason to need to use it until now.]

[Now, he has a message.]

I understand there's to be a special holiday coming up around these parts. Hygge, it's called. They say it's about family and friends, whoever you might be.

[He shrugs, grinning a little more, and though it might look wild on him, it's not entirely unfriendly.] So here's what I'd like to do. Some of you know me from the little cafe on the corner, some of you don't at all. If or not we've ever met and you feel so inclined, I've a kitchen in my house what needs using and a want to make all the hot cocoa we can handle. Stop on by and I'll welcome you to a cup of it.

[He has directions for the house, if anyone needs it. Then, with a tip of his hat, Undertaker ends the feed, leaving the invitation open to any who might take it.]

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[The boy's trust in him is endearing. He'll be more than happy to walk him through it.]

Ah, my lord, it won't be. You'll feel a pleasant buzz, be a little numb all over, a bit warm, loosen your tongue, then you'll sleep and when you wake, your head may hurt a little, but it won't last long, and that will be the worst of it. Myself, I'm quite looking forward to hearing your laugh, if you do. [He was willing to bet the boy would. He'd been more than a little pleasant while he was drunk the first time, but too tired to do much with it.]

[The mention of his laugh is met with a blush that's bright enough to be visible over the video.]

I laugh already. Not all of that sounds very pleasant though. [The idea of feeling numb concerns him a touch.]

You laugh alright, but it's not quite the same when you're free about it. Give the drink a little time to lower your inhibitions. We'll see you laughing yet.

[He grinned, giggling softly.] What's not to love about that?

[Really, it's the possibility of him waking up with his head hurting that puts him off. He remembers the last time.]

That does sound kind of nice, at least.

[That would be the dehydration talking, if he does. But he knows a few tricks for that as well.]

You can put your trust in me, milord. I'll not let you regret this.

[Ciel just blinks and then smiles a little.]

I always trust you, so that won't be hard.

Well. You do now, and I'm quite touched, I should say. [He got a smile. It's working!]

I trusted you before too. [There was a little while where he was unsure of him but he at least trusted that Undertaker wouldn't hurt him.]

Eeehhh... [There's a lengthy shrug to accompany that.]

To an extent, let's be honest. You trusted me not to lie to you about certain tips I had to give, so long as you could make me laugh.

[He's not wrong...]

More than I trusted anyone else, at least.

[He tilts his head, not quite sure if he believes that. But what reason does he have to think the Earl would lie?]

Did you really? I think you jest. You certainly didn't look at me like you trusted me on the Campania.

[He huffs.] I suppose Tanaka is another I trust but he helped raise me.

[Sort of.] And those dolls did nearly kill Elizabeth and I... And we nearly froze as the ship started sinking. I was cross.

[He had been so sick after.]

[He shrugs.] I couldn't help that. It isn't like I was aiming to make all of that happen on the ship you just happened to be on, but I won't be surprised. Still, it is a time when you didn't trust me.

Extenuating circumstances. [He huffs.]

I trusted you enough otherwise to ever let you close. [To even touch him.]

[Oh, that huff. Such a huffy boy.] It's all the same thing, but I digress. If I had known then what I do now, that thought would have humbled me a little more than it did when we first met again.

[He's good at huffing.]

I'm... kind of glad it went like it did. I like how things went, even if it was a bit rough. You didn't treat me differently from how you did before.

[He really is, the little brat.]

What reason would I have to treat you any differently? You and I are who we are back home and that's how I've always known you.

[And yet Undertaker still puts up with him... interesting.]

I'm sure, between us both, we could think of any number of reasons.

[He tolerated Ciel's father. Of course he'd put up with the son.]

Business related, to be sure. [But that got him thinking.] Just out of curiosity, what had you intended to do with me if you ever could catch me back home? Would you really have given me over to your damned Queen, or would you have kept me locked in a cellar somewhere and just told her a lie, as I'm sure you did with one, Kelvin and his lot?

[Yes, he knew about that. He watched the mansion burn from a distance, and that had been the beginning of his disappointment in the Earl.]

[For a moment, he's at a loss. He actually hadn't thought about that at all when he'd been trying to capture him. At the time, he hadn't known the full scope of Undertaker's abilities, he still doesn't. He at least knows it would take Sebastian's constant watch to keep Undertaker secure.

If that was even enough. He'd seen Undertaker practically toy with him and the other reapers. The Queen would have stood no chance.]

I don't know, honestly.

[And then Undertaker mentions Kelvin. And the missing children. And Ciel freezes on the spot.]

You... know about that? [His stomach turns a little and he does look a little guilty. Kelvin's death, and the doctors, he doesn't at all regret. No, but the children...]

[He's not buying it. Not really. And he might poke a cheek to show it.]

I think you do. I think you know exactly what you would have done with me if you'd been able to capture me, but I wasn't in a mind to let you do so.

[He'd prod further, but the rest of it has his interest more.] I knew about it before anyone else. Oh, come now. I might have been following you, if you'd like to know the truth, but where do you think all the bodies went? You employed my services more than once to clean up your messes as the watch dog. Why would that be any different?

[He'd only really thought about capturing him. Imprisoning him had been his only plan, holding him...

Ciel does squirm a little at the poke.]

I... thought they all burned to nothing. That had been the aim, in my right mind. [Or how much of it he had been left with in the condition he'd been in.]

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