Undertaker sauntered back into his 'shop', having taken a break, seeing as there wasn't much business today, only to find Grell Sutcliff sitting in one of his newest coffins lined with red velvet. His body was mostly exposed, covered only by a deep red corset and underwear set, which held up a pair of fishnet stockings. His long red hair was tied up today, a rather peculiar style that Undertaker hadn't seen before.
"Oh my, I wasn't expecting any visits from an old friend such as yourself today. I might've returned sooner if I'd known otherwise." Undertaker chuckled, extending his hands to help Grell out of the coffin.
"Well, I was out shopping and thought I'd stop by, but then you weren't here," Grell pouted. "So, I decided to try on this little outfit here, it's brand new."
"An excellent choice, my beautiful friend. Now, will you allow my parched lips a tender kiss?"
"Such poetic words, how could I deny such an amazing man such as yourself?" Grell leaned up to Undertaker, for he was shorter even with the heels he wore. Undertaker pressed his lips to Grell's, gentle passion transferred from one empty soul to another.
"My old friend, I have missed you so much. May I ask, is it not indecent for a lady such as yourself to show so much skin?"
"Oh, my, so it is! I must leave, or else someone shall see! A thousand thanks to you, and but one sorrowful goodbye." Grell threw on his cloak and departed, leaving Undertaker to his thoughts. He chuckled once more at Grell's lack of subtlety.
