thedispatch | Forgiven

[ Grell outright laughs at that! ]

Oh, but Will-- eyeliner would do wonders with the colour of your eyes!

[ She's moved onto mascara, now. Soon to follow will be her face makeup... she's hardly taking her time with any of it today, but it will have to do. ]

[ Taking her all too seriously. ]

No. They draw enough attention as it is.

[ Shaking her head, Grell laughs once more, under her breath. ]

Oh, darling. You're too perfect as you are.

[ Using the towel Grell still has draped around her neck, he wipes whatever remains of the serum off his hands. Another quick adjustment to his hair part and he's done. Now to just sit around and wait for Grell to finish whatever she has yet to go though.

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other as he watches. ]

You find comfort in all this?

[ That question gets Grell to pause . ]

Comfort?

[ She takes a moment to look at herself, complexion partially done up, before she resumes dusting rouge over her cheeks. ]

I never would've thought of it like that, but-- I suppose it does.

Considering you enjoy it so much, I suppose the answer was obvious. It is good that you have something like that.

[ He hums. All this time he has now, and he can't even think of something he'd like to pick up as a hobby to occupy himself. ]

[ Humming in agreement, Grell takes a moment to stretch, raking her hands through her hair. ]

It's nice to be able to reflect how I feel, I suppose. [ A huff of laughter. ] Not only that, it's a sort of buffer, isn't it? Putting the content directly on the cover.

If you're implying you should come with a warning label, then I agree.

[ The calm conversation between them is odd, but a nice change that he openly welcomes. ]

[ That has her laughing outright, shaking her head. She picks up a false lash to apply glue to, and while she waves it about to allow it to get tacky, she leans an arm atop the back of her chair, to look at William. ]

What would you have it say?

[ He glances towards the ceiling, thinking briefly on his reply. ]

Approach at your own risk. Extremely volatile. Keep away from sharp objects. Supervision required.

[ He counts out the numerous warnings on his fingers. ]

[ It's a good thing she's already attached her lash, as she's laughing enough to require leaning back! ]

If left unsupervised, contact William T. Spears immediately!

Seems that warning label wasn't necessary, as they contacted me without one.

[ He shakes his head. ]

[ Laughter drawling into a chuckle, she sets about preparing her second lash to attach. ]

Quite true. I suppose we've already got a reputation about us, don't we?

I'm not certain if that's good or bad.

[ They've certainly been the hot gossip around the office the past few days. ]

[ Humming in thought, she leans in close to the mirror once more, to place the falsie-- and take another moment to look herself over before applying a bit of gloss. ]

Well, it certainly eliminates the need for address. [ She's up to fetch her glasses now-- and drapes herself across his lap while she reaches to the bedside time and puts them on. ] And hearing the ridiculous claims that circulate back can be a good laugh, too.

[ Though he's used to her grabbing at any chance he gives her, he still scrunches his brow up at her draping herself over him. At least he isn't pushing her to the floor, though. ]

The lot of them need to mind their own business, in my opinion.

[ Pushing herself up, she hums all too contently while cupping a hand to his cheek, leaning in to peck his lips. ]

Were it me, I'd be curious, too. You have to admit, we've had quite some drama, as of late.

[ He waits until she breaks from the kiss to retort. ]

There's always drama when you're involved.

[ She chuckles.]

Then that's truly saying something, isn't it?

[ Swinging herself up, she finally heads for her closet to put on something! ]

Yes. Compared to everything previous, this time stands out among the rest.

[ He watches her dress, only looking away briefly to check the time on his watch. ]

[ As the day before, she chooses something more to her taste than company standards, seeing as it will be covered, anyway-- an outfit that she can dress up with a simple jacket, removable and easily stored. ]

Certainly something to tell the kids, later on.

[ She glances back to give him a wink, before taming her hair with a bit of product. ]

[ He gives her a scolding look at her comment. ]

Stop it.

[ She steps back to look herself over in the mirror, fingers refining the ends of her hair. ]

What~? You can't keep a girl from dreaming.

I think enough of your dreams have come true these past few days.

[ A dry comment as he stands from the bed. Assuming she's done and ready he exits the room, grabbing whatever final things he needs. ]

[ Grell curiously watches after him, turning to follow as he goes! ]

You are always a dream, my love. [ She chuckles, rubbing a hand along the small of his back as she passes, searching for her keys. ] But you knew what you were signing up for!

[ Once finding them, she's in the process of putting them in her coat pocket when she stops short. ]

Unless you've thought I wasn't serious, all this time.

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