"As my assistant it is prudent that you know how to help me." Undertaker giggles and first dips his hands into some water before drying them off. Zack does the same and then follows Undertaker to the table where a body lays with a stained white cloth over it. "What we need to do first is examine the remains to see what killed them and make sure that we have all the pieces." Undertaker starts carefully pulling out the body apart and setting the pieces in different bowls after weighing them.
"This was quite the heavy set woman, she was a noble right?" Zack asks as he looks over the mutilated corpse.
"Only those with plenty of money to spare can leisurely become plump like this one." Undertaker chuckles softly. Once they are done weighing and cleaning the pieces he smiles more at Zack. "Now it's time to put her back together and make her beautiful."
"Beautiful?" Zack asks as he looks over the corpse. "How?"
"Put everything back where it belongs and sew her up nice and tight. We could even add a dash of color to the wounds!" Undertaker giggles and they set about the task. Zack starts carefully stitching up her arm as Undertaker stitches up her torso.
"Ow!" Zack exclaims as he stabs himself accidently in the finger with the needle. Undertaker walks around the table to him before taking Zack's hand in his own. "S-sorry." Zack apologizes and Undertaker chuckles softly.
"You have no reason to apologize, now let's patch you up, shall we?" Undertaker takes out a small section of bandage and wraps Zack's injured finger delicately. Zack blushed softly and watches Undertaker. "There, all done." Undertaker glances up and smiles lightly. "So cute when you blush." His long fingers caress the side of Zack's face before he turns and goes back to his place on the other side of the table to finish his work. Zack hesitantly finishes his own sewing before looking at Undertaker's handywork. His breath catches as he sees the carefully placed elegant stitches.
"How did you get to be so good at that?" Zack wonders aloud gaining a giggle from Undertaker.
"Years of practice. Now, let's finish making her beautiful." He adds a bit of die to the sewn wounds before patting them dry with a towel and then he turns to a wardrobe in the corner. Undertaker removes a white dress from inside and walks back over, he carefully sits the body up so that he can slide her arms and head into it. After that he starts slowly sliding the dress onto her the rest of the way as if he were dressing a doll. Zack watches quietly, completely enamored by Undertaker's elegance in the matter. "There." He gently picks up the now dressed woman and walks into the front of his store so that he could lay her down in the white flowers that fills her coffin. He carefully adjusts a few things to make her look absolutely gorgeous. Undertaker smiles softly at his work before glancing up to Zack. "While I'm away at the funeral and burial will you go to the store to grab a few things for me?"
"Y-yes, of course." Zack quickly takes the list that Undertaker pulls from his cloak and the small back of money. His eyes slide along the list before biting his lip and glancing up at Undertaker. "What does this word mean?" He asks shyly and points. Undertaker smiles lightly before replying.
"Lavender. I need the pure oil form of it but a few of the flowers are needed as well. They are light purple flowers that are very small and grow in bunches around a single stem. think you can find them?" Zack nods vigorously.
"Mhmn, I'll do my best!" Zack quickly grabs his jacket and exits the parlor leaving a smiling Undertaker behind.
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Zack finally leaves the last shop with all of the things Undertaker had sent him out for in hand. His face is plastered with a delighted smile as he hurriedly walks down the street. Suddenly, someone steps into his path and he runs directly into them knocking him backwards and onto the ground. The bag in his arms falls from his grip and the contents spill out onto the ground.
"I'm so sorry! I should have been looking were I was going!" Zack rushedly starts picking up the spilled items and putting them back into the bag. Just as he's reaching for the last lavander flower that had spilled out a booted foot steps down on it and then rubs in deeper into the ground. Zack gasps out and shoves at the boot but the flower has already been destroyed. He angrily rears his head up to berate the person with insults only to stop short in terror.
"We been lookin' for you mate." The man says as he reaches for the fear frozen Zack.
"N-no!" Zack screams.