【𝐀 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥】➛𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻

14

Gloved hands held up a packaged porcelain doll, taken off from the shelf as Ash and his dear master were looking around to see if they had anything the young Earl might like. A blank stare as she stared at the doll, so perfect and clean. Empty eyes drilling holes into the doll's, both, equally voided. Her mind was elsewhere, definitely not on the Lord's birthday,

Her fingers brushed against the box the doll was encased in before she turned over to her butler, seeing if he had found anything of interest. The white-haired butler scanned the shelves, too, looking for anything the young earl may like. Before turning back to the shelves before him, cringing slightly as he picked up a rat pencil case. Hearing the laugh of his master he turned to her with a smile, 

"It seems we do not have anything that may interest the Earl" He eventually gave up, looking over to his master and meeting her eyes. He noticed her lost behaviour, distracted, yet he did not question what was on her mind...much rather, he knew. He knew that [Name] [Lastname] the time for her to join the Earl was near, and it was regret she was feeling, not wanting to abandon the person who had helped her settle in so well into the new lifestyle.

The woman eventually let out a light sigh, closing her eyes and turning away, "Perhaps we should ask the Undertaker...He knows the Earl better than us," The angel nodded, agreeing as they decided to go out to for her to find something for the Earl instead. "Or maybe something in a shop will catch my eye..."

Wandering through the crowded streets, as it was nearing the holidays, many had come out to shop for gifts and things for themselves. Yes, [Name] hated crowds, and it was too loud. She had already lost her butler along the way as she sent him to a teashop to see if anything there might interest the earl. It was her own fault for letting him go and having to deal with all these people pushing into her.

Seeing the sign for the Undertaker's parlour in the distance she let out a small sigh of relief as she sped up her steps. And before she had known, her back was now pressed against a closed door, and the smell of death surrounded her...A familiar smell to the woman, but her own eyes remained on her feet, her chest rising with each heaving breath she took. Trying to get in the air from being shoved around by the crowd,

"Too much, dearie?~" A familiar voice spoke out. [Name] gazed upwards, following the line of candles towards a coffin-shaped desk, there sat, leaning over the hollow wood was none other than the owner of the parlour, 

Her eyes stared into the sharp grin of the Undertaker as he sat on his desk. His finger inching the woman closer as he tilted his head, "Come~ Dear, I would like to know what brings the Earl's new pawn here, and in such a state~"

Her own posture straightened, managing to finally catch her breath, she approached the silver-haired man, "All the people I'm afraid, I originally planned to come here to ask for advice, but people rushing around the streets made it harder than it should've been."

The man laughed, finding it funny that the poor woman struggled so much to come to him, all because of the crowded streets. The woman herself however didn't find it all amusing, sighing at his antics but still couldn't help but crack a smile.

[Name] kept her eyes on the mortician as he finally caught his breath, "Ah, what a greeting, hehe..." he giggled before he laid his head against the wooden casket, "Come now, dearie, rest your legs,"

She approached him, choosing to sit on the ledge of his desk, crossing her legs as she took the biscuit he was offering, waving it in her face "I originally came here to ask a question, but I guess now I'm here to avoid the crowds as well"

He looked up at her from where his head lay on the table, his nail dragging across the table close to where her thigh rested before going back and forth in the same motion, "Go on, my dear."