Lift Those Heavy Eyelids[Grell]

[Undertaker]

The dingy shop of the Undertaker was nearly empty, save for the man himself, many corpses and a few mice that were scurrying about. Squeaking could be heard throughout the poorly lit room. It was another slow day. Not that he minded all that much. After all it gave him time to catch up on his reading and other mundane task... or if he truly felt up for it, he could have easily fixed up his guests to look beyond magnificent. Or possibly even move the pile of magic plays threatening to spill all over his already cluttered desk.

Instead the man flipped the page of the magic play he was currently reading. An eerie smile have grace his lips at the misfortunes that the person had brought upon himself. Whoever had lived this life had tried so desperately to get the attention of a special someone. It reminded the grey-haired man of a certain red head he had had the... pleasure... of meeting. Undertaker couldn’t help but let a chuckle out at the thought. That young man certainly knew how to make life more exciting...

[Grell Sutcliff]

Having been met with a rather disappointing rejection at the Phantomhive residence, Grell had decided to fall to his next plan for making William jealous. This ingenious plan resembled the first entirely save for the replacement of Sebastian with the Undertaker. He guessed that he may have far greater success with this one, although he'd been rather sure of the first. The red haired shinigami was usually quite certain of his schemes, especially when they involved wooing his superior.

Ignoring appalled stares of the people meandering through the streets, Grell had decided to take a longer route to the Undertaker's shop in full view of the public. Most would say he stuck out like a sore thumb, however Grell would rather see himself as a rose standing out in a field of thorns. He was rather shameless in his vanity, as any of even his passing acquaintances would agree.

Turning onto the dingy street upon which Undertaker's shop was located, he ran a hand lazily through his hair and hoped that his makeup was still fine. Sebastian had a way of messing it up, but it wasn't a way that was any fun at all. He could think of far more pleasant ways to have his finely applied makeup smeared than getting a foot or silverware to the face. Sadly, the demon butler was entirely opposed to such activities, much to Grell's disappointment. Even a simple kiss would sate his cravings for Sebastian's affection... or perhaps increase said longings tenfold. Either way, the shinigami could see no fault in it, disregarding the thought that his Sebas-chan would certainly see every possible fault. He really needed to stop worrying so much.

Finally, he arrived at the entrance to the shinigami's shop, giving it a quick once over before slamming open the door and marching in, accentuating the sway of his hips more than usual. Tossing crimson tresses over his shoulder, a devious grin spread quickly across his face as his eyes focused upon his target.

"Hello, my dear Undertaker," he purred, advancing towards the silver-haired man with a predatory gleam in his emerald eyes. "I thought, perhaps, you might be lonely, and decided I should pay you a visit." Stopping just in front of the desk, he rested gloved palms against the smooth wooden surface and leaned forward, his hips tilted and his overall stance rather flirtatious.

"Might I be of service to... relieve your boredom~?"