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who: Undertaker, Ciel Phantomhive, Vincent Phantomhive
what: New house doings
when: Oct 30th
where: The new house
warnings: Possible cute... Yeah, lots of possible cute.

Maybe the last thing he had ever expected to do in this world was to find house to live in. Even in his own world, a funeral parlor and a small apartment room above it were all that he had to himself, and then circumstances took that from him as well. Now he had a room of his own, a full living room, proper kitchen, a bathroom and then some.

That he shared the whole of the thing with a boy of fourteen didn't bother him at all. Ciel would have his own room, his own bathroom. It astounded him that this was theirs now, in a world far from their own, and that he was well and truly happy with it.

They needed to get a few things, to be sure. The pots and pans that they had were good enough, the food they moved over would tide them for some time. They had blankets, but now no beds and no chairs or table. Still, he couldn't help a giddy chill that ran down his spine as he looked around the bare living room, gaze stopping on a cold fireplace. They had been here no more than a day, moving things back and forth and even he was a bit tired by now, but it already felt more like... home. Such a foreign concept, but he felt it.

With a sigh, he let himself down on his knees and then stretched out on his front over the carpeting. It's not a bed and he has no blanket, but for now he's comfortable and gravity pulling on his body, dragging him to the floor will have him drowsy and content in no time.

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"Oh, sure you did." He grinned and set about scritching the boy's back a little more, inviting himself to ease Ciel into sleep next, only because he could. "I wake and I can plainly see the difference in this place. You just want to wear yourself to nothing getting to the Halloween decorations before I can, I see it."

It was jest, but he couldn't help himself.

Another grumble. Ciel could see what Undertaker was up to very clearly but he was also powerless to fight it. Oh, but he was going to try. He let going of Undertaker's shirt for a moment, rubbing at his eyes and letting out a huff.

"I'll wake up to the house looking like some kind of crypt maze though, won't I?" He could tease too.

Instead of petting Ciel's back that time, he takes his nails over the back of that hand, since the boy has seen fit to let go of his shirt and try fighting sleep.

"Certainly not. I won't have time to paint the walls or hang the chains. I'll need more than a few hours to get that all settled and squared away."

And he'd keep trying to fight off sleep, even as he felt a laugh bubble up at the reply, making him close his eyes for a moment. And then found it just a bit harder to open them again, his eyelids heavy.

"So if I were sleeping the whole night, you would then?" That was a fun idea for the next year though. Or year after, providing they really did remain there. "Maybe we should do a maze, someday."

A battle of the century! Which one will win? The one with the fingernails of soothing or the one with the stubbornness of eye rubbing? What an event that would be.

He pretends to consider it. "I might be able to get the walls painted in a night's time, but that'd be it. Have to let the paint dry after that before I can do anything else."

Ciel knew he'd lose already, Undertaker always seemed to have some kind of trick up his sleeve or distracted Ciel enough that he'd steadily drift off. That didn't mean he was going to make it easy for him though!

"You could at least get some of it done. Some walls would be dry soon enough to get chains up before I would wake. We'd have to repaint the walls after though."

The trick is in the nails, which he uses liberally to scritch through the cloth of the shirt and lull Ciel closer to sleep. Seems to work every time.

"I could, but you want to wait for the paint to dry before you start trying to scratch it up with decorations. Better to avoid having to paint it a second time and get everything wet again."

"Mm..." He made a thoughtful noise, eyes finally closing but still he fought, nuzzling against the mans shoulder in the hopes the feeling might wake him up a bit but, instead, only serving to make him more cozy.

"Guess it'll have to wait for next Halloween then..."

Poor boy, caught in his own trap. For his part, he did nothing to help Ciel out of it, only extended his petting up into the dark hair and down the back of his neck.

"It will, milord, it will. We've plenty of time between now and then. You, however, could do with a nap."

There was still a little grumble but he made no effort to move again, finally acknowledging how badly he'd lost this 'battle.' He did consider arguing that he could just have tea, it would help, but he could feel Undertaker moving his hand and soothing him still.

"Guess I could... sleep... a little..."

Ciel was losing the fight, and it was a good thing to see. He kept his nails moving, kept soothing the boy until he finally would drift off, and cheated a little more, softening his tone to help it all along.

"You do that, milord. We'll worry about the decorations later."

He was and by then, he couldn't open his eyes back up. And it was harder to make his voice work or his lips to properly form the words he was trying for.

"Mm... kay..." It wasn't dignified in any sense of the word but he was well-gone by then.

He sighed softly, trailing fingernails over Ciel's shirt still as he conked out. For a while, he considered getting the boy to a bed and letting him sleep properly, but decided that he was just too lazy himself. The decorations could wait. Sleep might not claim him again for some time yet, but he hoped it would. It would be easier to pass the time that way, and he really was terribly lazy at the moment.

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