The old reaper entered his home which also served as his mortuary just as the sun was beining to set. He placed the demon kit down. "I'm sure you must be hungry. I'm not quite sure what you eat but for now I have biscuits"
Sebastian tilted his head as he tried to undestand what he was being told. The Undertaker moved across the room and grabbed his jar of bone shaped biscuits and handed one over to Sebastian. The kit simply stared at it, unsure of what to do. Undertaker demonstrated by taking a bite and chewing. Sebastian immediatly mimicked his new guardian and took a huge bite out of his own biscuit. His red eyes widened as if only just realizing how hungry he really was and quickly gulped down the rest of his treat.
Undertaker couldn't help but giggle at the sudden enthusiasm the kit showed in his meal. He handed over more biscuits and had to slow Sebastian down in his ravenous eating out of concern the small demon would mange to choke himself. After the meal Undertaker lead Sebastian to the back room where his home was located. He showed his new charge the bedroom.
"This is where you will be sleeping" He said taking the cover and shaking off the dust. "I really don't sleep in here which is why it's so dusty. I prefer to sleep in my coffins. Much more cozy, but before you can rest you need a bath. You are covered in dirt"
After the tub was filled he helped the tiny demon remove his tattered clothing. Undertaker frowned at eh sight of three deep puncture wounds on the kits left shoulder blades. He guessed when the inavding demon attcked it had caught Sebastian by the shoulder and dragged the helpless kit from his nest. Undertaker gently placed Sebstian in the water and began to gently clean the wound. Sebastian winced and stiffled a growl at the pain of being touched there.
"I know it hurts and I'm sorry" The old reaper spoke gently. "But it is filled with dirt and if I leave it be it will be badly infected"
As if understanding or simply soothed by Undertaker's gentle voice Sebastian settled down and allowed himself to be bathed. In the end the water had to be changed due to it having turned brown from how filthy the kit was. Undertaker colleted some spare children's clothing from his backroom. He always kept some for those familys who couldn't affored to bury their child in something nice, as well as those times orphans came through. The elderly reaper tucked Sebastian into bed before heading for his sleeping coffin to settle in for the night. The Undertaker was nearly asleep when he felt something small climbing on him. Slightly startled Undertaker opened his eyes to a pair of red eyes looking back at him. Without a second thought Sebastian made himself comfortable against the Undertaker and closed his eyes. Settled and content the kit began to purr softly. All Undertaker could do was sigh and close his eyes once again.