Intertwined Fates

The Price

He climbed out, and motioned for me to sit down. I looked around, and chose to sit on the same coffin that Talia was currently lounging on.
He raised his sleeve to cover his mouth as he giggled. “What do you want?”
I looked at Talia, but she gave me a small shake of her head, signaling that I had to do it. I sighed and rolled my eyes at her. She stuck out her tongue, and I giggled.
The Undertaker watched this silent exchange with thinly veiled amusement.
I turned to him and started explaining. “We would like to work here, and possibly have a place to stay. We are currently on the run from Ciel Phantomhive, so when he comes around, don’t mention us unless you have to.”
He nodded at all of this and said in a surprisingly calm and normal voice, “All that is possible. But at a price…” I nodded and said, “Yeah, a joke. We know. So here it is.”
I cleared my throat to give myself time to think. I came up with nothing but an engineer joke I had heard a while back.
“A pessimist, an optimist, and an engineer are sitting at a table. In the middle of the table is a glass that is equal parts water and air. The pessimist says that the glass is half empty. The optimist says that it is half full. They both turn to the engineer and ask his opinion. What does he say? He says that the glass is two times as big as it needs to be.” I end the joke with a nervous laugh, waiting for his approval.
The shop was silent for a minute.
Then he exploded into fits of laughter, rolling on the ground, holding his belly. He couldn’t speak, so he just weakly pointed to a door that said, “Guest Coffins.” We walked inside and chose our “beds” for the night.
**Time skip to morning**
No One’s POV
Talia and Summer woke to the creepy face of the Undertaker over them. They tried to leap backward as they screamed, but only succeeded in banging their heads on the back of the coffin.
They rubbed the bumps on their heads, mumbling curse words. At this commotion, the Undertaker had started giggling maniacally.
They both stuck out their tongues at him in unison. This whole scenario was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Summer froze and Talia paled. The Undertaker just giggled and said, “It seems like Lord Phantomhive is here.”
He shuffled into the other room to greet Ciel. As soon as they heard voices, they crept closer to the door and listened in.
“Have you seen two girls around here? They are about this height.” There was a pause as the voice probably indicated the height. “One of them has long, white hair and violet-red eyes, and the other has short black hair and gray eyes. They both said to contact you if they were to be found.”
There was another pause and a giggle.
Summer turned to glare at Talia. She mouthed, “What the hell did you do that for?”
Talia just shrugged and indicated to keep listening.
They both were just in time to hear, “They are two of our maids that ran away after Sebastian yelled at them for neglecting their duties.”
Their eyes both widened, and they turned white as a pair of sheets at what the Undertaker said next. “You know the price…”