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[sweetlies]

[Ciel, today, seems to be enjoying a cut of iced tea outside, just enjoying the weather for a moment. It almost looks like he accidentally turned on his communicator but then he takes a deep breath and shifts, sitting up straight and just looking thoughtful.]

It's rather nice right now, isn't it?

What would everyone say to a picnic in a little over a week? Just so we don't let it slip away from us. I can look into renting space in the botanical gardens.

On the tenth, perhaps?

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[sweetlies]

You know, I won't object to that. Not when it's you. [Undertaker can sweep him up whenever he wants. Astre wouldn't mind it at all, so long as it's him. And, even drunk, a part of him would hold onto the fact that Undertaker is always looking out for him.]

I'm so lucky to have you.

[somakemelaugh]

[Had they been in their apartment, home away from home again, the Earl would have been in his lap by now, their plans for the day more than less forgotten in lieu of the comfort they brought each other. But, here in public, and perhaps expecting a response from someone else who may have noticed the teen's video posted to the network, Undertaker allowed himself one more long, slow touch to Astre's cheek before drawing back and taking to his tea again.]

As I am you. So will that be it, then? Once you've planned this picnic and others have come along, we'll let you have a taste of the vine's fruit along with whatever else is arranged?

[sweetlies]

[Everything he'd been thinking about, he'd let slip away in the comfort of Undertaker's arms. It was natural for them now, and he can't help but want to hold onto the man even now but settles for just meaning into that touch until his hand is drawn away.]

That sounds nice. A little wine and then we can relax and listen to music? Or whatever you like.

[somakemelaugh]

[A soft chuckle, cradling his tea between both hands in his lap.]

My lord, you will be well into relaxation if you make it through the first glass. But I think I rather like the sound of that. You do know I'm going to help you set this venture up, yes?

[If Astre didn't already know from the times before when Undertaker had helped him, he would now. He had never given the teen reason to doubt.]

[sweetlies]

[He can't help a little laugh of his own.]

Oh, I'm sure you're right. What better company to relax with though? [There isn't any. Undertaker is the best company he could ever ask for.]

I had hoped that you would. I always enjoy your help with anything I plan. You have wonderful ideas.

[somakemelaugh]

[Oh, he could protest. He most certainly could, all day in fact, even without their history behind them. But he won't, because he doesn't know and wouldn't try either way.]

As you say, my lord. Speaking of my ideas, I don't suppose you've found a suitable replacement for Albert, have you? Not that I expected to in a world like this, but I haven't quite been able to myself.

[sweetlies]

[Oh, poor Albert...]

Not yet, unfortunately. I'm sure we could find someone to help us make a new Albert if we asked around though.

[Hm. He'll have to go and look around at what kind of crafting materials this world has beyond the paints and paper he's used.]

We could probably even do it ourselves.