Jinkies!

[sequincy]

Who: Ishida Uryuu, cadaverdaddy & gotsomebadnoose.
When: TBA
Where: Taker's creepy house/mortuary/dead person workshop
Summary: Uryuu goes sneakin' so Taker comes creepin' and Lee uh... is... mope-eepin'.
Warnings: dead things probably
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[cadaverdaddy]

[The Undertaker was beneath the ground, in the cool and comforting dampness of his basement, surrounded with the scents and silence of his work. Bodies prepared and casketed were in waiting beside him, ready to be escorted out of the shop and into the back of his funeral coach. In proper Victorian style, few (if any) funerals took place inside his mortuary. More often than not they were gravesides, the residents wishing to put the body in the ground as quickly as possible to prevent possible darkness contamination. The Undertaker's handmade, darkness-proofed caskets and his formal, old-fashion style that sent many careening back nearly two hundred years were his selling points. Many people were willing to overlook his strangeness in exchange

[sequincy]

[Not him.

It's the only coherent thought in Uryuu's head for several moments. Eccentric - mortuary - Victorian - he should have known. How did he overlook the obvious clues? Of course it would be the crazy, bright-eyed reaper, replete with twitching, grasping hands and his maddeningly long hair. Who else would be so eager to work so closely with death? Idiot.]

I'm - only here to make an inquiry. [he forces the words despite the heavy urge to turn on his heel and leave the way he'd come. It would be shameful to abandon the investigation out of distaste for the Undertaker (or more specifically, his unique incomprehension of personal space), but Uryuu won't deny that it's tempting.] It won't take long.

[cadaverdaddy]

[Even through the curtain of his silver bangs, he is, indeed, bright-eyed as any at his guest. Surely there's no way he could not be excited. And his excitement is tangible, he knows so. It must be what fosters whatever feelings restrain the other in his own enjoyment (assuming he would feel such in this situation). A click of his heel, and the Undertaker retreats inside the door, before opening it wide for Ishida to enter. Sweeping a hand to urge the youth into the house, his grin stretches wider. Giggles fester in his throat as he answers,]

Do come inside, good sir~ There is no need to rush, I have all the time in the world. [His words are nearly sung, smooth and cool as the cadaveric flesh. This young man is more attune to the supernatural, that Undertaker has deduced through their prior conversation. There has to be more to this visit than an inquiry, but the game only proves to deepen his mirth.]

[sequincy]

I don't doubt it. [just this side of bitter, but he swallows it and steps inside. Nothing's changed, he reminds himself. The lie will still work and there's still something to investigate.

He steps inside, slipping off his white gloves and tugging the white scarf around his neck loose. He almost unzips his blue wool coat, but upon moving further into the room, he thinks better of it. Is the heat even on? It's not much better in here than it was outside...]

I didn't realize you had a business here. Do you own the home? [looking around, idly wandering the parlor. He's getting a feel for the place, even if he's not quite feeling it out yet. Patience.]