[ As she isn't entirely certain where to go with conversation, it's a relief that William speaks up first - and she can't help but snerk a bit, even! ]
Absolutely. I can't have anyone misplacing credit for my actions.
[ Even though he expected an over the top reaction, he still huffs at the fuss she's making. ]
I see no reason to play with a team that thinks I'm only good for one thing. If they're going to berate me any time you prove yourself in the pitch, then they can find someone else to keep you under control.
William, don't quit because of me--! Goodness, if... [ She goes from looking guilty to positively angry. ] If they didn't get the hint last time, I'll just have to pound it into their tiny brains!!
[ She pushes herself up to climb over the bench! ]
[ With a bat of her lashes, she settles down into her place on the bench. ]
I mean. It has been a few years, you know. [ She raises her chin a bit with some playful indigence. Her mouth twitches into a smile. ] Still, I'll be better.
[ Grell sits taller, shoulders rising with glee as she takes in an excited breath! Leaning over to rest her shoulder against his, she's positively grinning. ]
[ William's own shoulders stiffen at the contact, but he refrains from pushing her off, this time. After all, he was the one to choose to sit beside her. ]
[ A shake of his head, but he doesn't halt her celebratory mood. Instead he picks up his tea, sniffing at it and making quite sure it's color is correct before sipping. He's not taking any chances! ]
[ The following weekend, Grell looked simply exuberant, having the chance to spend time with William. Having the chance to dress up, she's worn her cutest outfit, complete with shiny red brogues and a matching coat-- of which she's enchanted the pockets, so he'll discover once they've found their seats in the theater. Out she pulls some bagged popcorn, still warm, followed by two soda pops, a bag of gummies, and a box of chocolates tied off with a red bow.
Looking quite proud of herself, she takes special care in giving Will his box. ]
Those are especially for you♥. Just in case it wasn't obvious. [ Wink. ]
[ If William wasn't already giving Grell a suspicious glance at all the food that she dug out of her pockets, he certainly is eyeing up that box of chocolates. As tempting as the sweets are to him, he's still hesitant. ]
Honestly, do you expect me to trust any food you hand to me?
[ Grell looks at the array of food she's brought for them, then back to William. ]
Well, you can't expect me to eat it all by myself... [ Her shoulders slump just the slightest though. He really won't eat the gift she brought for him? Why, she might even develop the smallest pout! ]
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Absolutely. I can't have anyone misplacing credit for my actions.
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[ He'll let her decipher that as he takes a handful of crisps and adds them to his plate. ]
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That almost sounded like a compliment, Will.
[ In contrast, she's nearly finished her main course and begins eyeing the cake for tonight's dessert! ]
Don't you worry, though. I haven't got it in my mind to ignore you forever. Games against you do tend to be my favourite.
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That's unfortunate, as I won't be playing any longer.
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You WHAT?! Why?!
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I see no reason to play with a team that thinks I'm only good for one thing. If they're going to berate me any time you prove yourself in the pitch, then they can find someone else to keep you under control.
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William, don't quit because of me--! Goodness, if... [ She goes from looking guilty to positively angry. ] If they didn't get the hint last time, I'll just have to pound it into their tiny brains!!
[ She pushes herself up to climb over the bench! ]
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Stop it. That's not going to help anything. Besides, you'll end up with detention if you keep beating up on people.
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Well... What else can I do to convince you to stay on the team?
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[ Vague, of course. Is he referring to letting him rejoin on his own time or something else? ]
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Patience with what? If you mean tolerating those boys picking on you, that's going to be quite difficult.
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[ Stated as if she should have already known that. ]
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[ With a bat of her lashes, she settles down into her place on the bench. ]
I mean. It has been a few years, you know. [ She raises her chin a bit with some playful indigence. Her mouth twitches into a smile. ] Still, I'll be better.
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[ He doesn't sound like he has high hopes for it, though. ]
Is that film still playing?
[ He asks casually before taking a healthy bite of his dinner roll. ]
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Why, I believe that it is.
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This weekend, then?
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There's still the promise of plans, though, so she can't stop herself from looking positively elated! ]
I would love that.
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Presently? I've not a complaint in the world.
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Well, that settles it; with so much to celebrate, how could I so no to this cake, hm? [ She reaches over to slide the platter a bit closer! ]
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Looking quite proud of herself, she takes special care in giving Will his box. ]
Those are especially for you♥. Just in case it wasn't obvious. [ Wink. ]
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Honestly, do you expect me to trust any food you hand to me?
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Well, you can't expect me to eat it all by myself... [ Her shoulders slump just the slightest though. He really won't eat the gift she brought for him? Why, she might even develop the smallest pout! ]
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