Forgiven

[death_glare]

[ No one questioned anything when William suddenly left his office that morning. "I've been called to a meeting" was all the information he gave the rest of Dispatch. To them, it wasn't surprising, seeing as he was the head of the department. For William, however, the summoning came with zero notice. As he made his way to the upper managements' offices, all he could wonder was what issue his subordinates caused that he'd have to clean up after, this time.

It wasn't until lunch break that William returned to Dispatch. The others expected they'd get reprimanded for something, but William remained quiet, his face expressionless as he closed the door to his office. ]

Comments

[death_glare]

[ Thankfully he's known Grell long enough that he takes that precaution before even retrieving the key. ]

Seems they have a few two-room flats available. Not as many couples about, at the moment, I suppose.

[ He'll let her cling for a bit, but if it lasts too long, he'll pry her off himself so they can eat. ]

[untodeath]

[ Sitting herself upright a bit more, she cups his cheek with a purring hum, buzzling at his nose. ]

And what did you say? That I'll need a close watch?

[death_glare]

Honestly, that is a given.

[ The attention to his nose gets him to scrunch it up and pull back slightly. ]

I told them we've become romantically involved and would like to live together. They seemed to find that humorous.

[untodeath]

[ Grell watches him, seemingly love drunk with endearment-- until he gives his reasoning! She pulls back this time, brows raised with shock. ]

You didn't--

[ Except this is William, and he's only just begun to develop his sense of humour; it certainly hasn't advanced THAT far.

Also, he's always been rather blunt, to say the least. She'd just thought that, with his reservations regarding physical affection and public displays... Well, that he might be embarrassed, or something like that.

The progression of thought shows on her features, from deducing to something of awe-stricken. ]

[death_glare]

I told them if they had issue they could sod right off. Honestly, I didn't return here, doing them an immense favour, simply to be mocked.

[ He definitely seems irritated by it, if the tone of his voice can say anything about it. ]

[untodeath]

[ There's a pang of guilt in her chest, at first-- she's subjected him to something that caused her great grievance, once upon a time; something that she's already conditioned herself to brush off, over two lifetimes! Now he's to deal with it...

Ah, but then the aggression triggers back, the corner of her lips twitching! ]

Rightly so--! Just what did they say to you, my darling?

[death_glare]

Well, they certainly didn't contain any snickering. One of them even had enough gal to say I could have saved them the hassle if I'd admitted it sooner.

[ Perhaps the man was right, but that doesn't mean it's an appropriate comment to make. ]

I made it quite clear to him that his own sufferings meant nothing to me.

[untodeath]

[ Ah. Ah, that does make her anger subside just so. While, yes, that sort of commentary certainly isn't professional, it isn't quite as derogatory as she'd assumed. ]

Mn, and I bet you looked quite sexy when you did... [ She melts against him, nails tracing above where his collar meets his neck. ] So that was that, then? No-- mentions of buggery, or-- something as antiquated as such?

[death_glare]

I stopped him before he was foolish enough to continue.

[ With his usual huff he breaks a piece of of his scone, dipping it briefly in his coffee before partaking. ]

I hope you haven't gone swooning to everyone about our private time together.

[untodeath]

[ Given what he just had to endure, she won't fuss over him ignoring her affections. In fact, she'll continue to pet at his neck and affectionately rest her temple to his, in some attempt to console him. ]

While I would gladly gush about you, I'm afraid that I try to spend as little time with my new coworkers as possible. They're boring. Dreadful.

[death_glare]

I take it you haven't come across Knox or the others, then?

[ Though he doesn't push her away, he can't help himself from commenting on the affection. ]

Eat. You only have so long for your lunch break.

[untodeath]

[ She's been avoiding him, actually-- not that she'll say so. Instead, she'll heave a heavy sigh and sit herself properly. And now that she's looking at her food, her stomach reminds her exactly how hungry she is!! It only takes a moment for the redhead to pick up her sandwich. ]

Nn, can't say that I have.

[ And with that, she stuffs her face. Can't expand on that if her mouth is busy, after all! ]

[death_glare]

I thought he would have sought us out, if anything. That must mean he's actually doing his job, for once.

[ Though, perhaps there's the tiiiiniest bit of disappointment that the boy hasn't come to see them. Surely he must have hear they were back.

With his arm now free, William takes it upon himself to test the crisps that accompany Grell's sandwich. ]

[untodeath]

[ At that, Grell nudges her tray over closer so that he may help himself. She has plenty of food, and she shouldn't really indulge in the crisps when she has that muffin waiting!

She shakes her head with the smallest sigh, before sipping at her water to cleanse her palate. ]

It wouldn't do well for his social life, you know. Being seen with us.

[death_glare]

[ William frowns, shaking his own head, as well. It's obvious he doesn't get the concept of social standing all that well. ]

That's absurd.

[ Having friends, in general, isn't something he's very much acquainted with, at all. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a lopsided grin, she breathes a chuckle, resting her shoulder to his. ]

Goodness, you're adorable. I love you so.

[ Okay, maybe she'll try one crisp. ]

You know that phrase, judging one by their friends and all that? Well, I earned quite the reputation while you were away. And you know how our sort feel about angels. [ She pauses to look at him, petting her fingertips under his chin. ] Typically.

[death_glare]

[ He supposes he can understand that last part. Still, so long as they weren't causing trouble for him, Angels were much higher on his list of supernatural beings he could tolerate. He'll still be stubborn about it, though. ]

Again, absurd. But, what about me thinking so is adorable?

[untodeath]

[ Shaking her head, the reaper has an endeared smile on her face. ]

I've always found it attractive, how little you care for others' perception.

[ She glances to him, biting back a giggle. ]

But, well-- it makes you a bit socially awkward, my dear, and I adore that just as much.

[death_glare]

Honestly, is there anything you dislike about me?

[ Since she now has his affections, there can't be much. He takes a decent sip of his coffee, a bit disappointed that it's cooled off so quickly. ]

[untodeath]

[ Ah, she legitimately has to think of that for a moment, lips pursed and gaze drifting off. ]

Your sense of fashion is tragic.

[death_glare]

[ He has to look down at his suit, confused. ]

I think I look quite good in a suit.

[ It only proves Grell's claim. Wearing work appropriate attire is one thing, but showing your own sense of style is another. ]

[untodeath]

[ Yup, her lopsided grin tells just that! ]

And it's quite fortunate that you do, because it's all that you have!

[ She picks at some of her salad - easier to eat between conversation. ]

Say that I want you to take me on a date to the beach, and you've gone out to buy yourself an outfit for it. What would you choose?

[death_glare]

[ He looks perplexed by the question. ]

Assuming you were planning on dragging me into the water, a swim suit.

[ And of course he means one of those classic Victorian era men's suits that practically look like a shortened version of his striped pajamas. ]

[untodeath]

[ There's a feigned gasp, as she gives him a playful look of shock! ]

And budge my makeup? Absolutely not. [ A shrug! ] Just a stroll along the water, browsing the shops and having dinner along the coast.

[death_glare]

[ Returning to his pastry, he breaks a decent piece from it. ]

We could do most of those things without ever setting foot on the beach.

[ Though, now it seems he's unsure what to change his answer to. ]