That Mortician; Desires

3| That Mortician; Fancy

"Are you the undertaker?" the man asked as he looked around. This funeral parlor wasn't the strangest one he'd seen; however, it certainly wasn't the most attractive one either. It's not often that one goes into a funeral parlor, so, one shouldn't really care too much about what it happens to look like. 

"Indeed," Adrian stared at him intently. He still wasn't sure if this was the same man. Something had changed about him. His aura, maybe? Perhaps his clothing? Whatever it was something was different. There was also the small chance that Mr. Beauty-Mark didn't remember him. Adrian tried his best not to think about it. A lot of time had passed since the two had met. Okay, not that long, but time had passed that's for sure. 

"I came to ask you about one of your clients. The one for the funeral tomorrow," he said. Of course he did. Why would he come because he remembered Adrian? Naturally the world didn't work like that. This guy is dressed too well, has changed too much, to remember his schooling days and a man he met once. 

Adrian chuckled, which was something he hadn't done in quite some time. The reaper couldn't help but laugh at himself. He had gotten his hopes up. He had wanted to be remembered so much by this human who couldn't care less about him. 

"I'm sure you know that I can't disclose any information regarding my clients. Families have been known to get mad at me before," Adrian didn't care about all of that. If he did care, he wouldn't steal organs from the bodies he buried, but for the sake of keeping up appearances he had to lie now and then. Besides, he didn't wish his conversation with Mr. Beauty-Mark to end so quickly.

"The rules are a little different with me, don't you know who I am?" Mr. Beauty-Mark's eyes twinkled with amusement. It had been a while since someone defied what he asked. But, why wouldn't Adrian know who he was? He had only been stalking him most of his life.

"Of course, you're a high class male who thinks I'll give you what you want," Adrian replied. He wasn't wrong, but he also knew that he would end up giving him what he wanted in the end.

Mr. Beauty-Mark gasped, "You mean, you won't?" he said in an melodramatic way.

The undertaker crawled out of the coffin he had fallen asleep in, (yes he really did do that) and stood up to look in the eyes of Mr. Beauty-Mark. The man couldn't see Adrian's eyes because of his long fringe but Adrian could see his just fine. "I might consider it but it'll come with a price," he said.

"What kind of price?"

Adrian hadn't expected him to agree so quickly, (he hadn't thought that far ahead). He should've expected this rich-looking man to be confident he could pay up. However, the reaper didn't want or need money. So, what would he request?

"A laugh," the undertaker pointed at Mr. Beauty-Mark and grinned. "It will cost you a laugh. If you can't make me laugh, then I won't tell you what you want to know." He'd decided. He'd actually decided! However, he knew that deep down it was a lie. Even if Mr. Beauty-Mark couldn't make him laugh, he would still reveal the information. But, like previously stated, Adrian didn't want to have this interaction end. Who knows the next time he'd be able to see him?

Mr. Beauty-Mark stared blankly at the reaper for a few seconds before smiling. He accepted the challenge. The blue-haired male leaned on his cane and closed his eyes. Adrian assumed he was thinking of a joke to tell. Nothing could've prepared Adrian for what happened next.

"There once was a woman from Heath
who circumcised young men with her teeth
she said with a grin
it's not for the skin
but rather for the cheese underneath."

Adrian fell to the ground laughing. He briefly attempted to contain his laughter, but found it futile. He wasn't laughing because it was funny, (although it was kind of funny) but because it was so out of character! Who would have thought someone like Mr. Beauty-Mark would say something like that? It didn't even take him a long time to come up with it!