don't be so shy, we are living and we're dying

[cadaverdaddy]

Who: Undertaker and YOU!
When: From morning sirens to evening sirens, Saturday August 20
Where: Cinnagrad Cemetery
Summary: It's a Tea Party! Stumble on in for tea, pastries, mingling, and a dash of insanity.
Warnings: Creepertaker, kidnapping, tea in a cemetery, and a corpse at the table. Will add more if anything comes up.

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Kidnapping at the Phantomhive

[cadaverdaddy]

[littlest_lord]

[Undertaker's invitation had been rejected, naturally, and Ciel had thought (or had hoped) that would've been the last of the matter. Of course, he was entirely wrong about that, but for now he sat in peaceful bliss at the head of the dining table, forking bits of a slice of one of Gilbert's Pies into his mouth. He'd missed the man and his baking tremendously, after all.

Especially his pies.]

[cadaverdaddy]

[The first little plink of liquid on the chinaware is rather loud in the otherwise quiet room. It comes from above, as naturally, Undertaker is not one to let things go. Certainly not Ciel's attendance to a party. His father would be quite disappointed to know that his son, the young Earl, is rejecting formal invitations and such. And just like the subject, Undertaker is not letting go of the ceiling, as he stares down at the boy, the gravity making his marred face and his eyes visible to the one below as his hair trails toward the ground.

His grin can't get much bigger, and the drool leaking through his lips goes unnoticed by Undertaker, while it drips downward onto the table.]

[1/3]

[littlest_lord]

[Drip, drip, drip - it doesn't go unnoticed for long at all, for as soon as a drip of drool finds its way onto his plate, Ciel's gaze immediately raises toward the ceiling-]

[littlest_lord]

[Only for Ciel to find himself screaming at the sudden sight of Undertaker and those eyes of his. Immediately he pushes back in his chair, only to fall backwards in it with a thump.]

[3/3]

[littlest_lord]

UNDERTAKER-?!

[cadaverdaddy]

[The creeper on the ceiling doesn't stay there long as he loses his grip and SMACK, hits the table below him on his hands and knees. A fit of giggles consumes him as his shoulders curl in, then extend back out to peer through bangs straight at Gilbert.]

Now I don't have to give out private invitations~ [There's something about his smile that's a bit less sane than normal.]

[littlest_lord]

[It's...disturbing, really, but whatever fright Ciel had felt was soon replaced by anger as he pulled himself up from out of his tipped back chair and the floor, little hands into little fists.]

I told you already - I'm not coming! Get off my table and out of my house!

[cadaverdaddy]

[That's not a creepy expression. That's his face. Or well, half of it.]

There's a paaaarty, Gilbert~ [And the next instant, he's kneeling on the table in front of Gil, his hands cupping the man's face, his own pressed frightfully close. Close enough to feel his excited breathing.] My favorite Earl is being quite rude refusing my invitation, don't you think~?

You should come along as well, Gilbeeeert~

[littlest_lord]

Get off him, Undertaker! I said no, so don't drag him into this as well!

[cadaverdaddy]

[As much as he respects the Phantomhive name, there's something in Undertaker's head that just won't let this go. And the shouting and the struggling do nothing but cause a welling of laughter to spill from his lips, a little drool coming with it. His hands flex and he allows himself to be tugged off the table.

The instant his feet hit the floor again, he spins, supernatural strength put to good use, attempting to pull Gil into something of a strange fusion waltz-tango dancing form.]

heeeheheheee~ No fun, no fun~ neither of you are any fun at all~ heeeheheheeeee [His face leans in, pressing a cheek to the side of Gilbert's head.] What will you do when you die and find your whole life without laughter~? [There's a peeking shimmer through his bangs, directed at Ciel. The boy who's already dead.]

[littlest_lord]

[Of course he wasn't fun. How could he possibly find any enjoyment out of the madness of this man? The glance toward himself is caught, the underlying meaning rather unappreciated.]

I'm pretty sure it won't matter much when either of us are dead whether we've laughed or not.