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]

We'll see. Now, go get ready.

[ Curled up comfortably on his side, William pulls the blanket up to his chin. The position allows him to have a nice view of Grell as she gets ready. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a puff, she sets about doing just that-- and catches a glimpse of her reflection, on the way to the closet. With a double-take, she digs her hands into her hair, slumping with a long groan. ]

This is going to take some work.

[death_glare]

What are you complaining about? I just washed it for you.

[ Only William could sound grumpy while bundled up in blankets. ]

[untodeath]

What, are you not seeing this?

[ Plopping down into the chair before her vanity, she immediately reaches for the hair products! ]

[death_glare]

I am and it looks perfectly fine.

[untodeath]

[ For just a beat, she pauses to glance at him endearingly. ]

I see you're learning to humour me.

[ She's still applying that hair oil!! Though perhaps not as feverishly. ]

[death_glare]

That would imply that I'm lying.

[ With a sigh, he turns his face into the pillow, slightly. ]

[untodeath]

[ That sigh, coupled with its gesture, leads her to think that she's upset him in some way. Lowering her arms, she tilts her head. ]

Now, I know better than to accuse you of that. What is it?

[death_glare]

[ He lifts his head only enough to speak. ]

Nothing. I shouldn't complain. The longer you take the more I can nap.

[untodeath]

[ Brows furrowing, her shoulders ease with a lopsided grin. ]

Fine, fine. I'll make it-- well, quicker than usual.

[ And she holds to it, surprisingly, sticking only to the essentials. Though she isn't satisfied with her look, per se, she no longer feels like a troll, and that's where it's going to stay currently. ]

Alright, my love! [ She declares, pouncing onto the bed and landing on her knees. ] Your turn~♥

[death_glare]

[ He's barely drifted off again when the shaking bed wakes him with a jolt. He blinks a few times before rolling to his back to give a long yawn and stretch of his arms. ]

How many hours has it been.

[ Teasing, but he wouldn't be surprised if it was true. ]

[untodeath]

Half, thank you! [ She gives the blankets a good tug, and if she's successful, she'll have a VERY satisfied smile at the result, teeth pressing into her lower lips and brows quirking teasingly. ]

Now, I have to warn you, I get cranky when I'm hungry, so you maaay want to hurry. Unless you like me to scold you now~

[death_glare]

[ Pushing himself up to his elbows, he gives her a classic William look. ]

I have plenty of experience dealing with your crankiness.

[ Still, that doesn't mean he wants to deal with it. So, he's shifting his legs over the bed's edge to get up. Shower having been taken care of, already, he heads to his travel bag to fish out whatever clean clothing he has left. The usual mundane button up shirt and dress slacks. Gosh, he really does need this shopping trip. ]

[untodeath]

[ Even if she is a little disappointed that he didn't take her up on the offer, she's still plopping onto a hop with an amused chuckle. ]

We've missed breakfast, so what's the second best thing you can think of?

[ Hopping back up, she's returning to her vanity for the final touches. Some lipgloss, and straightening her bowtie, for example. ]

[death_glare]

Lunch.

[ Maybe not what she was implying but it sounds good to him. He takes a seat on the bed once more, slipping his socks and well polished shoes on. ]

What do you want?

[untodeath]

Well, obviously! I meant food groups, silly man.

[ She plops down beside him, to fold her arms over a shoulder of his. ]

But if I'm to pick, I'd like a pasta salad~

[death_glare]

You really enjoy pasta.

[ Nothing wrong with that, in fact you could say the same about him and his cookies! ]

But if that's what you want, then I'm certain we can find a cafe that serves a selection.

[untodeath]

I do... and though I really shouldn't indulge in it as much, I feel we've been active enough to make up for it....

[ Her voice trails off with guilt, but once he agrees, she perks right back up! Because! She's getting! Pasta! ]

Ooh, a selection~. What are you looking forward to, then?

[death_glare]

I can't say I have a taste for anything in particular, at the moment. You're free to choose the spot.

[ He's only just realising how hungry he is. Anything really sounds appealing, right now.

Shoes firmly tied, he decides to forgo the suit jacket and tie. An attempt to look more casual, if not to avoid having to retie it every time he tries on a new shirt. ]

[untodeath]

Well then! I know just the place.

[ Hopping up, she's ready to go, and awaiting William's cue with hands on her hips. It takes her a moment to realize that is how he intends to go. ]

A white top and black slacks for an outing... Goodness, you need me.

[ Still, she reaches out to take his arm, teleporting them just outside the shopping district, where the restaurant of choice just so happens to be located! ]

[death_glare]

[ He opens his mouth to comment, but is cut short by the sudden shift. After a brief glance around to get his barrings straight, he huffs. ]

I don't see the issue. And I also don't appreciate all this down talk.

[untodeath]

[ Never mind that she could explain said issue, he's left her tilting her head with an oblivious blink. ]

Down talk? What have I said that's abrasive to you, darling? Aside from teasing over your casual outfit, that is.

[death_glare]

You sound personally offended that I, apparently, have no sense of fashion.

[ He's not so much angry as miffed.
Though he hardly cares what any onlookers may think, there's an awkwardness surrounding not looking casual, but also looking highly unprofessional ]

[untodeath]

[ The readhead's shoulder fall with a sigh, a smile plucking at one corner of her lips. ]

Fashion is expressive, and I think that if you find a way to present yourself the way that I see you, I'll be forced to fight off other women in the streets!

[ Wrapping her arms tighter around his, she rests her cheek atop his shoulder possessively. ]

Regardless, you should know that I'd be proud to be seen with you, even if you were naked. [ A breath. ] Especially if you were naked.

[death_glare]

That is not happening.

[ His mouth hardens into a line and he gives her a look that says he's serious and not changing his stance on that, regardless of if she was actually suggesting he walk around naked or not. ]