They sat across the table from each other, staring at anything but the other. Sebastian opening his mouth to say soemthing, but Undertaker shook his head. "Just don't." The Reaper muttered, sighing and standing from his place. He took his own plate and threw away the contents before doing the same to Sebastian's, knowing that the demon didn't want to eat.

"What exactly was it?" Sebastian asked the reaper, glancing up at him. "I mean, I know it wasn't bad or anything but-"

"It's called a burrito, Sebastian." Undertaker stated, looking back at the demon. "Quite popular, actually." He sighed and plopped down at his place again. "I've been around lately far longer than you have, I know most of the cooking around here. I'm not incompitent."

"Undertaker..." Sebastian muttered softly, moving so he knelt next to the reaper. "I'm sorry..." He placed a hand on Undertaker's shoulder, but it was brushed away when he stood to go back to their room. "It just looked like a va-"

"Don't you dare finish that statement." Undertaker looked back at his partner and raised a thin silver eyebrow. "Don't. You. Dare."

Sebastian knew to hold his tongue and watched as Undertaker strolled back into their bedroom, loosing sight of the reaper once he flopped down at their desk and pulled out some paperwork that he had to do from the shift before he came home at his work. Sebastian glanced around for a way to cheer the morgue worker up. After all, having a day of silence all the time at work, dealing with death and loss and rot all the time... sometimes that must have gotten a bit overwhelming and on top of that he had just been completely rejected by Sebastian...

The demon stepped over to the fridge and rifled through what they had for a moment before pulling out a long thin can of whipped cream. This will be perfect... he thought to himself before silently stepping out of the kitchen and wrapping one arm around Undertaker. "I'm sorry..." He whispered in the reapers half hidden ear, kissing along his lobe and jawline, then down his neck. "Forgive me?"

Undertaker shivered, glancing down at the can in Sebastian's hand. "Depends..." He muttered. "On how you plan to use that..." He raised an eyebrow at the smirk he felt from the demon's lips on his neck.