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[Break is sitting on his windowsill, blissfully unaware of the fact that the PCD has turned on where it's sitting on his desk. He reaches one of his legs out, barefoot, stretching so it makes it past the shelter of the awning and out into the raindrops falling outside.

Amusing himself like this for a few seconds longer, he keeps a tight hold on the frame for balance.

The whirr of the PCD eventually alters him to the fact that it's running. He glances over his shoulder sharply.]

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I can lend you molasses, if you can help me find refined sugar.

Sounds like a perfectly sensible exchange to me, Mister Break.

Shall we meet in a few minutes?

I don't see why not. Where would you like to meet?

[Sending him 'x,y' coordinates right now.]

Give me a little while to bundle up warm.

I'll be taking a little time to get there.

[Offliiiiiiiiine thingymajigger, handwave, or loooogishness?]

[offline is easiest?

Break will be waiting at their agreed location before too long.]

[Indeed it is.

It's not long before Undertaker makes his way there, humming a tune that was most likely a funeral march just under his breath, waving a sleeve covered hand once in sight.]

[Break doesn't see the wave; his equally sleeve covered hands remain on his lap. Undertaker is a blur to him, in this light at that distance. But he hears the sound of the humming and rises to his feet.]

[Uncovered fingers grasped the handle of an umbrella, yet it was kept un-opened for whatever reason- like the few holes within the fabric, shifting from having it at his side to prop it over a shoulder as he drew near.]

Hello, Mister Break.

Nice to meet you in person, Mister Undertaker.

[Swinging his cane merrily, as he climbs to his feet.]

Shall we start in the shops?

Like~wise.

[Chuckling softly, slim fingers drumming upon the handle of that umbrella.]

Why yes, sugar does tend to hide in them.

I'm afraid I haven't been in a little while- but I'm sure we'll be able to find our way.

I've only been by a few times, we can manage.

Tell me about your world while we walk?

[Can't help but be curious.]

If you'd like. Will you tell me a little about yours in exchange?

Of course. Tit for tat.

You can ask a question to start, then.

[It would pass the time as they walked, and he was a curious man as well.]

Do you help people into these lovely coffins of yours? Or strictly deal with the consequences?

I deal with the consequences. Why, not long ago there had been a wave of murders, women of the night mostly. Something was missing from each of my dear guests.

What is it that you do?

I find people who meddle with things from beyond this world. I find the monsters they drag up from the wicked, dark places.

And then I take care of situations.

Oh my, that sounds thrilling. [And a tad familiar.]

Well, it passes the time.

I'm a little out of my element here, I'll confess, making friends with some of the nasties rather than merrily erasing them.

I suppose that would put someone a little out of sorts.

It's odd to go into each day knowing I'll have no work to do, and that I may have to be a tad more social than normal.

What was so satisfying about it? The work.

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