It was a bright, sunny day in London- a rare enough occurrence, especially around these abandoned sideway streets. Children played out in the sunshine, birds sang, plants bloomed in the cracks of the cobblestone streets. And on one of these streets, laughter rang out from one of the - pure joy from its owner. It's a pity that the owner was mad- completely bonkers.

A certain red-haired reaper made his way to this particular shop, ready to visit a long-time friend. He paused at the door, and looked at the sign. It read simply, "UNDERTAKER", with a skull sitting on top. Coffins were displayed outside the door, which meant this place was only home to the dead, and those associated with them.

He opened the door to a completely dark surrounding. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust and he closed the door. This was his least favorite part of meeting the Undertaker- what coffin would he be hiding in this time? He prepared himself, telling himself not to be scared- the Undertaker just wanted to provoke a reaction.

A sound that could only be described as a madman's giggle started from the corner of the room. The redhead jumped, only succeeding to make Undertaker laugh even more. Looking over, he saw Undertaker hiding in a barrel filled with dog biscuits.

"I… hehe… I got you… Again, G-Grell… hehehehehehe…"

"Stop laughing already! It's not that funny, is it?"

Undertaker stayed in his spot inside the biscuits, now looking up as Grell loomed over him.

"Oh, but Grell, how sad would it be-"

"Should laughter disappear, I know. Just shut up for right now- I have something to ask you."

"Well, aren't we eager today, Grell? Heh heh heh… you know the rules."

"I already made you laugh."

"Oh. That you did. Hehehehe… Just one more time perhaps?"

"No."

"So stingy! Alright, then, how can I help you? Ooh, I found a beautiful coffin yesterday, might you be interested? Or maybe-"

"That's not what I'm here for. You know my William darling, yes?"

"The annoying and noisy one? Yes, he's quite fond of me, hehehe. What about him?"

"I've… well, I've almost run out of options! It's been centuries and I still can't figure out what he's been thinking. I can't tell if my flirting is even working! Do you possibly… have anything for that? I'm not even sure what I'm asking for… but do you know what I mean? Oh, this is so stressful. I just wish I knew what he was thinking, I suppose."

Undertaker grinned a mouth full of teeth whiter even than his pale skin, lacing his fingers just under his chin.

"Honestly, Grell, I wonder why you bother to ask- of course, I've got just what you're looking for- hehehehehe… " he stood up and exited the barrel, shuffling over to a shelf at the other end of the room, and pulling out a small glass bottle filled with a mystery liquid. He held it out to Grell.

"You mean to give him this? Will something like this work? That looks like food coloring to me…"

"And it's pink, isn't that lovely?"

"You mean it is food coloring?"

"Of course not, Grell- this will definitely work for what you're asking. Don't you trust me?"

"Not really, I've just run out of options."

"Ouch, someone take that knife out of my back! No worries, my little red reaper, this little concoction of mine will work just perfectly- and it's not one of those doohickey love potions that are fake and backfire on you. And it only works for one hour…"

Grell's eyes lit up. He was wondering if these would be one of those fake potions, but Undertaker really knew his stuff.

"How much do I owe you for this?"

"Oh, Grell, you know I don't need money-"

"No, I meant in candy."

"Oh! I'll take some chocholatties if you don't mind, then… hehehe…"

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About a half an hour later, a red-haired shinigami exited the shop, headed straight for the Shinigami Dispatch Association.