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[video, voice] what goes around comes around

[The device flicks on. Static.

Then, purple- only purple. White. Break's coat, the beautiful off-the-shoulder, white one that he lost almost a year ago during that episode with all of the blood. It's back in one piece.]

What-

[Then the feed flicks off. On again, very briefly, as he bangs it on the table. Sound.

Then to video- there's Break's elbow, Emily's dress.

On. Rap rap rap. Someone's knocking it against a table to see if it can be broken open.]

-why does it keep chirping, Emily?

[This is almost exactly how he arrived, nearly two years ago to the day. And here we are, come full circle, about to smash the PCD on a table corner in idle, non-technologically oriented curiosity.]

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First-

I'm severely nearsighted. Can't see a thing unless it's nearly right infront of my face.

[Break laughs in surprise and delight. He would never have guessed.]

[Chuckling to himself, finger interlaced and chin rested against them.]

If anyone knew it would possibly answer why I get so close while speaking.

We really must be birds of a feather.

_{Hee hee~} In some ways, in some ways.

As for the second, well- I carry on me a weapon, a tool, that is said to have the ability to cut through anything.

Anything?

An~y~thing- save for another of it's kind.

You're a little bit frightening, Mister Undertaker.

I suppose it fits well for what I am, Mister Break- but that is only one thing it does.

You're a little bit frightening yourself, hm?

Only if you know where to look.

Surprises can be better-

To most I'm simply the creepy, somehow good hearted, mortician. Nothing frightening, save for the matter of handling my guests that chills some _{haa haa}.

I wouldn't tell anyone about your depths, any more than you'd spill mine.

My depths are hardly of interest~

It must be odd to find yourself elsewhere and yet be known.

I'm struggling, though not as much as I thought I might. It seems with the rare exception, I kept people quite at arms length.

You never know who will come and who will go- there are people who will be persistant in worming their way in, because they care.

Rare exceptions.

They do come along, from time to time.

What do we do now?

Still wish to pick up your tombstone on our little walk to your home, Mister Break?

Yes please!

Then if you are done with your tea and cake?

Quite finished. It was delicious.

Mister Butler can clean the dishes then- it gives him something to do.

Shall we?

Thank you, lets.

[Bouncing up.]

[Scooting his chair in, giving Break's hair a little flick in the back as he passes with a hum.]

You're very welcome.

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