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[The PCD catches Break singing has he manages the dishes.]

Twelve for the twelve Apostles
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven,
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April Rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,

[Up to his elbows in soap, voice pleasant, but wheezy.]

Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the Gospel makers,
Three, three, the rivals,
Two, two, the lily-white boys,
Clothèd all in green, O and
One is one and all alone
And evermore shall be so!

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They're not sparkly chickens, but at least their eggs give you more choices than an omlette.

[Dropping down from the tree, landing with a few skips.]

Honestly, I'm happy with anything that's edible, these days.

I must admit I'm a tad spoil~ed. The dear butler collects things from one of our neighbors that most cannot find here, different fruits, vegetables, and the like.

[No wonder the demon was over there from time to time.]

Between him, the vampire, and I we've no problem with getting meat. Even if only the cats and I can enjoy the foods cooked, and now the boy he brought home.

Then moving in with me isn't a wonderful career move for you, is it?

[Laughing, that purring giggly laugh of his that sounds so very wrong with the demon's voice.]

It was a wonderful career move, actually. Appearences are still kept, as if I didn't still go to that house he'd likely come hunting for me, and I can easily take meals from there for us to share if you'd like.

[Pausing, for a moment]

Ah- I hope you don't mind that I must pop over there from time to time, doubt you'd like him knowing where you live if he did come looking for me.

I really don't.

[He assures him, immediately.]

We all do what we must.

Good, good.

[Wandering off a little at a sound, one of those knives kept up the butler' sleeve slipping down into his hand.]

More so in this place.

Would anything make the charade easier? That I could do, I mean.

Coming over with me from time to time. He'd find it odd if our little occasional get togethers in the house ceased.

Oh, but how will I keep quiet about his mouth?

I can distract you with mine.

Slick talker.

When need be, more than just a pretty face after all.

Oh, I wouldn't call you pretty.

[He sounds so reassuring.]

[THUNK, knife meets tree trunk through a bush, odd squawking from within.]

What would you call me then?

Fascinating.

Care to go check and see what I've pin~ned in there?

[Smiling as he hummed.]

Fascinating, most just call me weird or creepy.

'Pretty' implies a wholesome sort of pleasantness.

[Going to poke about to find the target.]

Well, I'm certainly nowhere near wholesome am I.

[Whatever it is, it's some sort of bird if the sounds being made are any indication. Along with that weird.. hissing sound.]

No, you're something else entirely.

And so is this. I can't see without reaching in there, and I'm not getting anywhere near it.

Oh dear.

[Coming over and squatting down, head tilting almost curiously from the hissing.

Then just reaches a hand inside through the bushiness, making whatever it is sound much more unhappier as the other hand goes in, knife being tucked away before pulling out-]

What in the world is this. [Undertaker has one Wind Serpant by the neck.]

Is it dead?

[Skeptical, hopeful.]

[Gloved fingertips traveled along the serpentine body, eyes momentarily lingering over the bloody spot on the feathers of one wing.]

More stunned, I believe.

[Both wings were twitching, body coiled near the end. It wasn't moving exactly how a dead snake's body would even after death- but then again it wasn't exactly a snake.

Eitherway he was keeping it held so it couldn't bite him as he rose to stand.]

It looks like an egg layer- was it trying to defend anything?

Care to hold it while I look? I do need both hands.

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