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[somakemelaugh]

who: Undertaker, Ciel Phantomhive, Vincent Phantomhive
what: Early morning Christmas-y doings
when: Dec 24
where: The Phantomhive house
warnings: Cute


A morning person, he usually woke with the sun, but today, things were different. Today, perhaps not in this world but in their own somewhere out in the ether, was Christmas Eve, and it was the first time in longer than he cared to recollect that he had a reason to properly celebrate it.

It wasn't by intention, but maybe anticipation of that fact that had him sneaking out of bed earlier than usual, carefully and quietly. After tucking Ciel back in, he slipped from the room and into the kitchen. He took the apron from a cabinet knob and settled it over his head, then started the kettle on the stove and took out a few ingredients from here and there to set out on the counter.

He had cookies to make. Many of them.

Comments

[somakemelaugh]

He shakes his head, setting the plate aside. And if Ciel wants to snag a second cookie from it, he won't say anything. They're there to be eaten, after all, and he plans on helping to make them disappear within the next day or two.

"Just for the holiday, milord. These are a special sort, alright. Gingerbread!" As he explains, he heads back to the oven to check on a new batch, nearly baked to cookie goodness. "It's hard to find this seasonal any other time of the year, so I want my fill of it and then some before they're gone again until next year."

[sweetlies]

He just might but for the moment, he just focuses on finishing his first bite and then nibbling on the rest of it as he finished waking up.

"Who says we can't have gingerbread the rest of the year? There must be some way to get the ingredients any other time." He liked the cookies, they were good. And Undertaker continued to prove his skill with any kind of baked goods.