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]

That or green.

[ Her explanation of her thought process seems to calm him quite a bit. It even has him turning to a rack of ties and slowly turning it to see his options. ]

[untodeath]

[ The redhead hums with approval! ]

Good, more to play with!

[ She nearly skips to the racks of ready-to-wear pieces, one having already caught her eye. And then another! ]

You see, these are rather practical, aren't they?

[death_glare]

[ The first has him pulling a rather disapproving face. ]

I prefer the second.

[ He approaches, taking one of the sleeves in hand to inspect the quality. It' followed with a nod. ]

[untodeath]

[ Any expression she manages to achieve from William brings a sense of accomplishment, so nothing it lost! She only chuckles, giving him the green to hold whilst she returns the other. ]

Perhaps a printed waistcoat, then!

[death_glare]

[ He seems more interested in that idea. Perhaps because it's not as obvious a garment. ]

What colour or pattern would go well with this green?

[ Interest progress! ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell perks, positively beaming! Hooking an arm into the crook if his elbow, she pulls him over to the waistcoat selection. ]

When in doubt, stick with neutrals. Greyscale, shades of brown, cremes, and whites... [ To demonstrate, she pulls out a check patterned vest with cool grey tones, and another mid-brown vest donning a wide window pane pattern in green. ] And see how this second incorporates the color of the jacket?

[ Piling those into his arms, she shuffles for one more, pulling a warm plum vest. ] Colors that compliment green are red and purples, and since we don't want you suited to court Saint Nicolas, I think something like this would be better.

[death_glare]

[ There's a surprised little hm that comes from him at her last comment. ]

I would have thought you'd have decked me out in all red, by now. Though you're already counting it out.

[ And he doesn't sound upset by this, at all! ]

[untodeath]

[ With a toss of her hair, Grell shoots him a playfully offended look! ]

Now, I did not emit the possibility of red. Only>/i> with a green suit jacket.[ Giving him that last garment, she's rerouted in search of something that he must try on now-- and very red!! ] Let's see what we can find, then!!

[death_glare]

[ With a sigh, he follows along, accepting that he brought that one on himself. ]

You may look nice in other colours, as well.

[untodeath]

[ With a mildly unimpressed purse of her lips at the mere SUGGESTION that she should wear N outfit that doesn't have some form of red, she glances back at him. ]

If you purchase yourself some red, then I will allow you to pick a colour.

[death_glare]

Fine.

[ The speed at which he agrees may be surprising. Or even that he agreed, at all! But he is slowly learning the art of teasing and flirting.

He briefly flicks through the waistcoats, spotting the perfect one near instantly. Now free from the rack, he drapes it over her arm, must as she's been doing to him. It's a lovely, bright and sunny yellow. No interesting pattern, plain buttons. It really lets the yellow speak for itself. ]

[untodeath]

[ Stopping cold, her mouth parts with aghast as she stares the thing down, arm frozen as though she's been plagued with something dangerous and is unsure how to proceed. ]

No.

[death_glare]

[ The look she gives is actually quite amusing. Why not run with it. ]

Honestly, you wouldn't be wearing a waist coat on its own. We need to find a matching jacket and slacks to go along with it.

[untodeath]

[ With a huff, she takes the garment by its hanger to hold out at arms length, as though rancid! ]

There is nothing that would make this even remotely acceptable for me!

[death_glare]

Would you wear it simply to have me take it off of you?

[ Spotting a dress jacket that equally, if not even more so, hideous, he makes his way to the rack. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell frowns deeply, for she can't reject the idea with any certainty. ]

Perhaps, if you were to tear it off my body. [ She finds herself trailing along with some masochistic curiosity. ] And a few more times thereafter, for good measure!

[death_glare]

My scythe would have aided in that quite nicely. Unfortunately that is no longer an option.

[ His way of saying the idea intrigues him, as well. He pulls the jacket from the rack, nodding briefly before hooking the hanger on her hand with the other piece. ]

[untodeath]

[ The way she hums, it's clear that she's intrigued by the concept as well! Too bad the vision of this matching jacket must make her sneer in distaste! ]

Tragic, really.

[ Her shoulders rise and fall with a sigh. ]

You know, I've got much cuter options for you to cut up at home...

[death_glare]

You'd hate to lose those, I'm sure.

[ Time for some matching pants! ]

[untodeath]

[ Looking at the nearly-full ensemble now, she feigns a retching noise. ]

This is turning out to be a peculiar, and very expensive kink... Which, I must admit, makes me feel as though I should respect it more...

[death_glare]

[ With a frown, he flips one of the price tags over in his hand. Ah, he'd forgotten just how expensive formal men's clothing could be. Even before tailoring. Good thing she brought it up, cause he's quickly replacing the pants on their rack. ]

Considering I'm more aroused by clothed sex, you may be correct.

[untodeath]

Naughty boy.

[ Okay, she can't help but smirk a bit about her success. ]

What of my old uniform, mn? [ That smirk stretches into a grin! ] Now that I don't need it, I'd entertain the idea of giving it one last hoorah.

[death_glare]

[ Turning, he looks her in the eyes, his expression as stern as ever. Then comes a brief glance down to the two offensive garments. ]

Put those back, then.

[untodeath]

[ Breathing a sigh of relief, she turns on heel to do just that - but not without shooting him a hungry glance over her shoulder, teeth pressed into her lip and lashes batting. ]

Yes dear♥.

[death_glare]

[ She gets a good look up and down as she goes to obey his commands. But once she's turned back he's drawn his attention elsewhere. ]

What else, then? You wanted to get me more than dress attire, did you not?