Undertaker x Grell

'You decorate dead bodies?' Grell asks lying down as he watches Undertaker mix powders together creating colours

'Yes' he chuckles 'If they're nicely killed then they deserve to be decorated' he continues chuckling painting the dead body, Grell watches him closely

'Why am I even here...' he puffs to himself

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'EHH? Spend a week with the Undertaker?' the long red haired man squeals

'PRO SHINIGAMI, I must correct you Grell Sutcliff' William scolds hitting him on the head with his gardening scissors, he yelps in pain holding onto his head

'He gets his work done and he can teach you a good lesson about shinigamis' he continues scolding him

'Alright alright' he complains

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'What am I supposed to learn anyway?' he asks while playing with his long red hair

'Here you decorate dead bodies it's quite beautiful' he chuckles

'That's all? You don't get to kill anybody?'

'No, I'm retired' he continues chuckling

'Ahh...' he whispers to himself 'I'm going to sleep-' he mumbles '-Do you have a bed anywhere?' Undertaker chuckles in response pointing to a room with a grey cloak covering it, Grell gets up slowly and opens up the cloak, he finds a double bed with one window besides it

'Sleep' he says happily, he falls on top of it and closes his eyes