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No thank you.

[Turning down sugar? Break? Now it's obvious that something is wrong.]

Good, there's nothing prepared.

[Letting the door lock behind him, fingers still curled over the other man's shoulder with a small squeeze.]

Bed first?

Yes please. We can manage the rest of the cultural experience tomorrow morning.

I could place you in one of the spare rooms, or the spare bed in my own. Heaven knows they'd never know you were here in mine. [Well, Sebastian would, but the demon doesn't much care what the undertaker does.

But hey, being put at the far end of the house gives him wonderful privacy.]

Wherever I'll be the most insulated from your housemates, please.

My room, then. I'm left alone and am given the utmost privacy, save for that butler dropping in occasionally.

He enjoys visiting little Charlie, but those visit aren't for free.

Yes, I know the butler-

That butler gives me the best laughs, the poor little earl has no talent for it.

[Guiding Break towards his room.]

Oh? Does he try?

He has. Such a desperate attempt it was~

Poor creature.

All of that for information.

[Pushing the door open, a surprisingly loud mew made as the growing kitten bounds from it's perch on the desk, brushing legs.]

Kitty!

[Chuckling, Undertaker closes the door as Charlie mewls, giving a few pawings at Break's pantlegs.]

I daresay the little dear is happy to see you.

[He scoops her up and chirps at her. So cute.]

[Face pawing is a go with those little kitty wiggles, purring.]

Growing up nice and big?

And spoiled, which is only partly my doing.

Oh, how could you help but spoil such a creature.

It's terribly hard to resist, more so when Charlie dear make a point to curl up in your lap and purr.

[Still purring away currently, loud little motor running sort of way.]

I-

[He needs to rest. The cat's soothing purr puts him right to sleep.]

[A hand lightly rests against Break's arm, giving a light coaxing.]

Come along, the bed's just a few steps. Hope you don't mind sharing a pillow, Charlie's a habit of sleeping there from time to time.

[He lets himself be steered, still drowsy and just... fluffy kitty. Exhaustion.]

[Covers are moved away as he guides the other into a sit, said fluffy kitty giving a lick to Break's chin. Long nails brush once hands are removed.]

Rest as long as you please, Mister Break.

Thank you, Mister Undertaker.

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