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. ]

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[death_glare]

[ His eyes light up at the mention of a massage. Well... light up as in, he stops frowning, and un-narrows his eyes the slightest bit. ]

Alright. You've convinced me with that one. I'm almost concerned you're getting away with too much.

[untodeath]

[ That, in turn, gets Grell's face to brighten! There's very little that causes William to lighten up like that-- in fact, she doesn't believe he gave her that look when she'd said that she loved him!

That last though might have her features shift into annoyance briefly, as she passes him for the register. ]

Anything else you may want? Speak now, or~...

[death_glare]

We can always return.

[ A good sign! It means the idea of introducing toys to their intimate moments is beginning to appeal to him. ]

[untodeath]

[ And she certainly catches onto such, earning him a little grin over her shoulder. ]

Alright then. Let's be on our way, so we can finish with errands and resume our romantic evening♥.

[death_glare]

[ Taking the bags, William nods, waiting until they've left the store before tucking their purchases away in that handy timeless dimension of theirs. ]

I assume you already have stores in mind.

[untodeath]

[ Clasping her hands with excitement, she bends at the waist just so while pressing them to her chest. ]

Oh, certainly. You'll be the most handsomely dressed man of the afterlife! Ronnie wild be jealous.

[death_glare]

[ Shaking his head slightly, he makes a motion with his hand to keep moving (holding back from shoving her again, at least for the moment!) ]

Not that many others will be seeing me with my new attire.

[ He already had the bare minimum when it came to social interaction, most of it consisting of Dispatch dragging him to local pubs on the rare occasions they clocked out on time. ]

[untodeath]

[ Humming, she stands herself upright to stroll alongside him, hands swinging to fold behind her back, instead. ]

What, you think I plan to keep you locked in the flat, all to myself?

[death_glare]

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if you attempted such an absurd plan.

[ With no scythe or binder to carry, he resorts to tucking his hands in his coat pockets. It still feels odd not to have either item, something he's not certain he'll get used to for awhile. ]

[untodeath]

[ Idly swaying her shoulders, a chuckle lulls from her lips. ]

Mn, nooo, I'd rather show you off♥.

[death_glare]

And how do you intend to do that? Seeing as our peers aren't much for spending time along side us, at the moment.

[untodeath]

[ She glaces at him for a moment, before leaning over to nudge his shoulder lovingly. ]

They don't have to be alongside us to see. They can seethe from a distance.

[death_glare]

Seethe?

[ He gives her a perplexed frown, unsure of why that's the reaction others would have. ]

[untodeath]

You know. With jealousy.

[ With a tight little smile, she snickers. Keep up, Will! ]

[death_glare]

Jealous that I'm immune to your sadistic tendencies?

[untodeath]

Excuse you!

[ She looks offended! ]

Sadomasochistic.

[death_glare]

Yes, but I've only ever seen your masochistic side emerge when dealing with me.

[ And that demon, but he'll leave that bit off. ]

Whereas, I wouldn't be surprised if you've threatened every one of our colleagues, at least once.

[untodeath]

[ With a raised brow, she croons in revelation! ]

Oooh. Fair enough, then!

[ A wicked little grin, as she looks his way once more. ]

Of course, they've also seen the way that you handle me.

[death_glare]

They should pay more attention and learn a thing or two, then.

[ Why it's so difficult for everyone, he can't understand. ]

[untodeath]

[ A scoff! ]

Please. If they tried it, I'd tear them to shreds.

[death_glare]

I have zero doubt of that.

[ That reminds him of something. ]

Speaking of which, in regards to the agent who cut your hair, management has placed a restraining order on you as a preemptive measure.

[untodeath]

[ Grell stops in place to look at him, hands on her hips! ]

Firstly, how am I to do my job, should he decide to be in the area?

[ With a quirk of the brow, she lowers her chin to peer at William over her spectacles. ]

And should I happen to see him, do they really expect that will stop me?

[death_glare]

That is precisely what I told them. I believe they are expecting me to enforce that rule for them.

[ His eyes narrow on hers with a warning glare. ]

Something I would very much like to avoid. So I suggest you abide by the rules they've set for you.

[ He's not suggesting. He's commanding. ]

[untodeath]

[ A huff-- although, that steely gaze has her shoulder rising in a shiver that she wiggles off with a chuckle. As though she wasn't already entirely enamoured with him this evening! ]

You're retired, they can't expect anything of you.

[death_glare]

[ His face relaxes, if only slightly. ]

Retired. Somehow that still sounds like a foreign concept to me.