A morgue... Grell thought, covering his nose and mouth with his hands, d-disgusting... why didn't I figure that out sooner? He kept quiet, merely staring across the way the the doctor - who, seemingly, hadn't noticed him yet.

He looked nothing like the eccentric, black-robed man he was before. He wasn't smiling madly, he wasn't humming giddily like he normally did during his work, he was abnormally... quiet. His silver hair was pulled back into an incredibly tight braid, and a pair of glasses now sat over his eyes, hiding them behind both his bangs and glasses. An aqua-green scrubs set, a white labcoat, and surgical gloves covered the rest of him.

"Erm..." Grell began, walking closer to the dissection table, "Good evening, doctor. A few good friends of mine told me to pay you a visit." He removed one of his hands to wave, quickly gagging on the air - this couldn't be Undertaker, could it? Had he really changed this much? "D-doctor," Grell began again, "may I ask, what is your name? I'm not a fan of simply last names, you see."

"Stephen," he replied flatly, prying open the body in front of him and peering inside. He looked up - the glare on his glasses still hiding his eyes - and paused, "Before you make me go on, who sent you here, to me, so late at night? At this hour, my normal customers are either those who die in their sleep, or people like this poor fellow, who can't drive worth a damn."

Grell relaxed, "Well, I was told to meet you by a William and a Ronald," he explained, now smiling. Trying to now just ignore the smell in the room, he set both of his hands on his hips, "And I don't think I really have to say any more, Stevie. After all, you know my name, no matter how many times you feign innocence."

Stephen set aside his scalpel and stood completely up, a light, joking smile on his face, "That I do, Grell. You're very hard to forget." He grabbed a handle on the dissection table and pulled it over to a nearby wall, opening a small chamber and sliding his half-dissected corpse inside, "And you made such a better visit than that William fellow. He stormed in and demanded to speak to me at the front desk, and when he found me, he had nothing to say."

"Oh, he's just a stick in the mud, you know?" Grell hummed, laughing to himself and slipping over to the doctor's side, showing his sharp teeth on an odd grin, "However, it is such a pleasure to find you, really! After all this time, and you're basically still up to the same old thing of cutting up the dead." He quieted himself down to a low chuckle, "You look so clean, too. I almost couldn't tell it was you, Undertaker."

"Ah, really? That's good, very good, in fact," he said in reply, a light step in his voice as his smirk from before was now a full on, merry smile. "You see, I don't think I've genuinely laughed in forever, it's gotten to the point where I find anything funny! But this is a problem, at least it is when you'll get scolded for laughing," he chimed, slipping off his bloody rubber gloves and tossing them in a trash can. "Everyone thinks I'm laughing at the customers when I do, in which case I get in trouble. I hate keeping such a straight face!"

Grell slid his arm around Undertaker's neck, "Well, you don't have to keep a straight face around me, you know. You really need to relax - become any more uptight, you might turn out like Will." He shook his head slowly, a light sigh passing his lips, "And mentioning him, he told me he followed you here. Why did he do that, does he still idolize you?"

With a nod, Undertaker fixed his glasses further up on his nose, "Of course he still does. He's such an annoying man! He still talks about things I did back before you were ever around, as if he saw them or something." He chuckled, turning slightly to look at Grell, "Enlighten me, how old are you now? Three hundred some-odd, right?"

"Three hundred twenty-eight," Grell replied quietly, shifting away from the doctor, "and I still don't look a day over thirty." He paused, turning to look around the room again, somewhat absentmindedly, "Will talks about you too much. Almost everytime I see him he reminds me of something great you did as if he were around to see it. Bookworm. He says you're ancient, too."

"That I am, that I am," Undertaker sung in return. He held up his hands, still chuckling, and began to count out loud on his fingers almost playfully. "Let me see here! Since last I checked... Nine hundred forty-four, nine hundred forty-five, nine -"

"Stephen, you shouldn't talk so loudly about your age. The humans may hear, you know."

This sharp remark startled the both of them. From the doorway emerged a single slick, dark figure - it was William, his face as stern as always, his spear-like death scythe over his right shoulder. Ronald followed suit, hastily brushing his wavy blond hair out of his eyes as he lugged an old-fashioned lawnmower behind him.

"O-oh!" Ronald stammered out, wiping his forehead, "Didn't think I'd see you you here, Grell! Will and I had to take care of a mission a ways away." He laughed, taking off his thick-rimmed glasses to clean them with his shirt, "I hate the out of town missions, but -"

Will glared over his shoulder at his partner, "Ronald, cut that out. You're not here to chit-chat." He sighed, agitated, and looked back to Undertaker, "I apologize for being late, sir. A certain partner of mine's death scythe was acting up and having difficulty holding it's keep." He bowed deeply, "I know you like talking with me every weekend, sir."

Undertaker shrugged, grinning once more, "It's not that I like it, you know, you just help break the monotony. Besides, Grell visiting was a rather nice change in visitors!"He laughed out loud, his stance wavering slightly as he turned away from his new visitors, "Y'know what baffles me? How you call me Stephen. It's not my name, you know."

"I prefer calling people by names instead of their jobs," Will replied quietly. He looked over at Grell - who was absentmindedly staring at him - and growled, "Do you have anything you want to add in, Sutcliff?"

"Oh, just that you have the most perfect timing," Grell hummed, waltzing over to Will and trying to hug him. "You know, if I'd have known that you visit Undertaker every weekend, I'd start visiting just to see you, you little shut-in!" He did a fake pout in an attempt to look cute before giving Will a peck on the cheek, "It's rude to avoid people, you know..."

"I'll avoid you as much as I want," Will retorted, flustered, pushing the redhead away and wiping off his cheek, "You are so disgusting." He sighed one more, quickly turning around and grabbing Ronald by the arm, "Come on Ronald, we're leaving. We came at a bad time."

Ronald stiffened up, making a quick grab for his lawnmower again, "W-wait! Will, we haven't even been here for five minutes! I mean, and I haven't gotten to talk to Grell yet, or..." He began to trail off, shutting himself up once he noticed that his superior wasn't listening at all. He frowned and waved at his friends, "B-buh-bye, Grell, Undy. Er, um, Stevie..."

While Undertaker simply smiled and waved silently, Grell crossed his arms. "Hmph! Fine, be that way, Will. At least Ronnie's not some sort of bookish loner!" He shook his head, sighing, "Bye, Ronnie... I promise, I'll talk with you tomorrow, okay?"

After a short silence, William and Ronald were long gone, bouncing off somewhere else in the night. Undertaker chuckled again, walking over to a small desk on the other side of the room and pulling out a fresh pair of latex gloves. "Despite the fact that Will is annoying and I feel sorry for Ronald," he mused, slipping the gloves on, "after they visit me, I'm assured a new customer. I guess all's well that end's well, right?"

"Oh, sure, I guess," Grell said blankly, a soft smile on his face. "At least I got to kiss him, even if he did wipe it off and all." He uncrossed his arms and made his way toward the door, "Well, I best be on my way too, if Ronnie wants to see me tomorrow. You have fun with your new customer, okay?"

"I always have fun with the customers," Undertaker replied, sitting down in an office chair and crossing his legs. "As you said, I haven't changed a bit."

AHHHLALA. An entire chapter of people talking. I like this chapter, but it was boring. Oh so boring. At least it's over with!