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(Alice's POV)
She grinned as she stabbed the guy that was an inch away from death and watched the cinematic records. "Ooh. Interesting." She giggled before she pulled the cinematic records into her death scythe. This was the last name on her list for today and she still had 2 hours before she had to return. She was about to go and kill time when she heard a raised high pitched voice yell, "What did you say!?" She sighed in annoyance.
"Now my day is complete." She muttered before walking out of the alley and down the street until she found herself in front of a store that said 'Undertaker' on the sign above the doors, carefully storing her scythe in her pocket for later as she did so. (Okay so here's my theory. (And by that I mean my sisters theory) Reapers have these pockets and, though they may look small their really big enough to hold their scythes.)
She opened the door, after adjusting her glasses, not bothering to fix her tie, and walked through the door glancing around until she spotted Grell yelling at an old dude. "Hey there, princess. What, did someone put rock salt in your tea?" She joked as she leaned against the door frame.
"Alice." She said calmly.
"Aliceson." She corrected quickly as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Now what did the old man do to you? What, did he take your makeup?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. 'Doubtful.' She found herself thinking.
"He said I had a weak mouth!" She laughed loudly at her answer and gripped her sides as she continued to laugh, loudly.
"I'm sorry it's just-" She broke off laughing again before clearing her throat and standing up straight. "So what? You going to chat him up till he apologizes?" She guessed with a small tilt of her head.
"I should cut you up, right here and now!" Grell gritted her teeth in anger as she spoke.
"Grim Reaper's don't frighten me." Undertaker said calmly.
"Oh yeah?!" And with that she stalked over to a big tub and filled it to the rim with salt before tossing the man in the nude inside the tub. She rolled her eyes.
"Salt? Really?" She trail off as she recalled reading about this Reaper, how he had reaped the souls of many famous people that she couldn't bother to remember the names of.
"Actually, I rather enjoy the feeling of the moisture leaving my body." He said as he licked up some sale.
"Ech." She narrowed her eyes in disgust. "Whatever floats your boat." She mused and turned around to see...Grell...dressed in the Undertakers clothes...
"What the bloody hell are you wearing?!" She yelled in shock as she took a step back.
"Just a little reassurance." She defended herself.
"Hmn." She grunted as she leaned against a wall on the far said of the room and examined her nails.
"I'm coming in!" Ciel's voice sounded in her ears causing her roll her ears.
"Welcome." Grell said with his back to them.
"I have a favor to ask, Undertaker." The kid said making Alice grin.
"In that case..." Grell slowly turned her face to look at them causing Phantomhive to gasp and take a step back. "Give me prime romance!" He yelled and ran forward with outstretched arms towards the demon only to ram into a wall when Sebastian ducked. "Ha ha ha!" She couldn't help but laugh loudly and fall over on her side as she did so, knocking over a table and vase which she caught.
