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[Today, Shijima isn't alone in her posting. Her now-grown baby (that grey cat of hers, Yuu) isn't the face that's with her, either. Instead, she's draped across a man- he's all in black and he's got very long hair that's actually quite similar to her own. It covers his eyes, but her yellow ones stare as coolly as ever.
The two of them - Undertaker, and Shijima - are comfortably on a loveseat underneath a large window (in Ciel's manor, of course, since it's pretty much the hot spot to invade). The drapes are drawn back to let the sun shine in, which is wonderful. Though Undertaker's atop the small couch itself, Shijima's lying on him like he's a cushion on his own. They seem very cozy. She's even dressed to match him, today.]
We were thinking, [Shijima says idly, shifting atop him. He seems to be having a great deal of fun with her hair. There are a few little braids in it by now, in fact.] Obvious thoughts, that is: lots of people are dying, and have become dead. But we were thinking about that.
We were, we were~ [That's Undertaker, of course, already beginning to giggle. His long fingernails slide down from her hair to her neck to her bare shoulders, tracing all the way.] I shall need a great many nails at this rate~
[What lovely coffins he can build, after all, and so quickly, too. Shijima shuts her eyes as she's touched.]
I'll fetch them if it's necessary. It's true, though; work for some, watching for others. There's a lot to watch.
You have such wandering eyes. Such eyes~ [Undertaker is laughing as as he slides his fingernails over her collarbone.] Do you enjoy your perch, my lily, my little calla lily~?
[Because really, she's come to love sitting on him, watching while he does things, even if it's atop his shoulder. (She's so light, luckily.)]
I enjoy it. I enjoy what's going on, these days, even if some of it I'd already known a great deal about. Plastered-up bodies, for instance. Those don't even interest me anymore, since I knew all about them. Even so, the hearts...
What a darling encyclopedia, [Undertaker giggles, and begins to braid her hair again. She presses the side of her face against his shoulder and mumbles incomprehensibly, before jerking her head up quite suddenly.]
Anyhow, I still smell bird. Bird-smelling-boy knows my name, now, doesn't he? What about the one who smells of rodents?
My dear, you really, really should let me take your measurements, [Undertaker croons, but Shijima mumbles again.] Come, come, won't we have a lovely~ tea party soon? With such lovely guests, so we'll need to send out invitations~
I could tolerate it. [It's curt, but also relaxed, and she eyes the camera for a moment before reaching to turn it off.]
[Colors are to denote the speakers, of course. Expect replies from either! And since they're in the Phantomhive manor, go ahead and action there if you like. MAN, SHE IS SUCH A CAT. And yes, she's still stalking Gilbert, hence their location.]
The two of them - Undertaker, and Shijima - are comfortably on a loveseat underneath a large window (in Ciel's manor, of course, since it's pretty much the hot spot to invade). The drapes are drawn back to let the sun shine in, which is wonderful. Though Undertaker's atop the small couch itself, Shijima's lying on him like he's a cushion on his own. They seem very cozy. She's even dressed to match him, today.]
We were thinking, [Shijima says idly, shifting atop him. He seems to be having a great deal of fun with her hair. There are a few little braids in it by now, in fact.] Obvious thoughts, that is: lots of people are dying, and have become dead. But we were thinking about that.
We were, we were~ [That's Undertaker, of course, already beginning to giggle. His long fingernails slide down from her hair to her neck to her bare shoulders, tracing all the way.] I shall need a great many nails at this rate~
[What lovely coffins he can build, after all, and so quickly, too. Shijima shuts her eyes as she's touched.]
I'll fetch them if it's necessary. It's true, though; work for some, watching for others. There's a lot to watch.
You have such wandering eyes. Such eyes~ [Undertaker is laughing as as he slides his fingernails over her collarbone.] Do you enjoy your perch, my lily, my little calla lily~?
[Because really, she's come to love sitting on him, watching while he does things, even if it's atop his shoulder. (She's so light, luckily.)]
I enjoy it. I enjoy what's going on, these days, even if some of it I'd already known a great deal about. Plastered-up bodies, for instance. Those don't even interest me anymore, since I knew all about them. Even so, the hearts...
What a darling encyclopedia, [Undertaker giggles, and begins to braid her hair again. She presses the side of her face against his shoulder and mumbles incomprehensibly, before jerking her head up quite suddenly.]
Anyhow, I still smell bird. Bird-smelling-boy knows my name, now, doesn't he? What about the one who smells of rodents?
My dear, you really, really should let me take your measurements, [Undertaker croons, but Shijima mumbles again.] Come, come, won't we have a lovely~ tea party soon? With such lovely guests, so we'll need to send out invitations~
I could tolerate it. [It's curt, but also relaxed, and she eyes the camera for a moment before reaching to turn it off.]
[Colors are to denote the speakers, of course. Expect replies from either! And since they're in the Phantomhive manor, go ahead and action there if you like. MAN, SHE IS SUCH A CAT. And yes, she's still stalking Gilbert, hence their location.]