☠ eighteen; voice

[cadaverdaddy]

[Scraping wood on wood and the sigh of the man responsible for the weight greet the port as Undertaker address the island. It's the first time in a long while. You see, he's been busy. Yes, very busy indeed.]It never ceases to amuse me how finicky Lady Death is in this world~ She serenades us all so sweetly as she always has, and she plays her

Comments

[gotsomebadnoose]

[Lee's only been half-paying attention to Taker while he worked. The click of black nails while he attempted to wiggle the casket lid open. It's only when he addresses the air that Lee figure's he's hitting up the network. Lee glances up from the book that was resting on the table, making a mental note of where he was (it didn't matter, he usually forgot anyways. Hard to keep track when you can't fold the page corner or place a little bookmark down).

And then he hears the telltale thump thump thump of Veser's heavy steps down the stairs. Lee kreens his head to the side before floating over.]

Hey guys. What's going on?

[cadaverdaddy]

[Taker turns to Lee in his waiting for Veser's approach, smiling at him in that way he always does. Lee is special; sweet and sad and special. A part of him almost feels regretful to be planning something that could end so poorly. The crooked toe of his boot taps lightly against the side of the sealed casket.]

I'm attempting to get this open~ but I don't wish to break the lid.