Forgiven

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[ 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]

[ 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?

[untodeath]

Of course! You'll need neckties, perhaps some cuff links. A scarf?

[ Looking about, there's much to choose from! Which is when the idea strikes her... ]

Here, allow me to take those from you. [ She gestures to the garments he holds. ] I'll have them start a room for you. In the meanwhile, why not find a thing or two that speaks to you? Regardless of whether it should make sense!

[death_glare]

[ Giving up the pile to her, he gives a good look over the rest of the store. Goodness where to start? Taking into account the garments they've already chosen, he moves along to the dress shirts. Some of the colours are a bit to bold, especially if their to be paired with jackets and waist coats of more substantial hues and patterns. But, there is one aspect of his dress shirt he doesn't mind changing - the collar.

Take that and add a pair of far more casual shoes and he's finding her back by the dressing rooms. ]

[untodeath]

[ While William browsed, Grell had sneakily inserted some other things into his room that she thought would suit him, including a black shirt to go with that houndstooth blazer they'd found earlier, and a rich red tie! As promised, she found something for him in her favorite colour.

By the time he returns, she's chatting with one of the attendants, happily soaking in some praise for her own outfit-- but the giggles immediately cease upon seeing her beau, visibly brightening! She's lost interest in her conversation entirely, in favor of seeing what he's brought her. ]

Oh, now, that isn't what I expected... [ She cups a hand to her chin. ] It's understated, but I do like your attention to detail.

[death_glare]

What were you expecting?

[ He asks as he walks directly between the two, paying no mind to the conversation they'd just been sharing. ]

This collar was always a bit uncomfortable, in my opinion. I thought I should start there, at least.

[untodeath]

[ Oh, was that a display of disregard-- or possessiveness? She likes it.

Tongue darting over her lips, she pulls back the curtain to gesture him inside. ]

As though fashion is to be made comfortable. [ She chuckles. ] So long as we aren't matching yellow sequins with lavender trousers, I am pleased!

[death_glare]

That was for an undercover assignment. [ As if he understands what undercover actually means. ] And I would rather not be reminded of it.

[ William sets the few pieces he'd grabbed down beside the others. Once the curtain is pulled shut, he sets about undoing the buttons to his shirt and pulling them free from his trousers. ]

Honestly, I don't see why it has to be uncomfortable. What did I retire for if I am going to make myself miserable wearing something as such?

[untodeath]

[ By now, the employee has dismissed himself, but Grell hasn't really noticed one way or the other. She's too busy slipping through the closed curtain! It isn't as though he's naked yet. ]

It's about making a statement and looking one's best, you know? [ Quite nonchalantly, she sits herself down on the bench to watch, swinging one leg over the other. ] You need more confidence, and this is an excellent way to practice it! In any case, lounge wear exists for days in.

[death_glare]

I thought you already found my confidence attractive.

[ He frowns at her reflection in the mirror, finally pulling the shirt down off his arms. It's tossed into her lap to keep hold of while he sees just what shirts she's added to the pile. The black one actually catches his attention as something he might like! ]

[untodeath]

[ The redhead reflexively catches the garment, then chuckling in spite of herself. ]

I find everything about you attractive, my darling, especially your confidence in the confidence that I hold for you! [ There's a lopsided grin on her lips, because that sounds quite silly, but it's true. ] It's your confidence in yourself that's lacking.

[death_glare]

Ah.

[ The wording takes a moment to work through, but he eventually gives a short nod. ]

I believe I've gotten better since returning.

[ The black dress shirt is removed from its hanger and smoothly slipped on. Once it's neatly buttoned to the top, he fusses with the collar, getting it to lay precisely as it should. ]

[untodeath]

[ At recognising his understanding, fondness shows in her eyes, smile softening. ]

Yes, but I need the best for you, right?

[ Quite pleased that he's taken up the black shirt, she's already looking him over a bit heated! ]

Oh... I like where this is going...

[death_glare]

Fine. If you assist me, I will continue working on that.

[ He knows he should, after all. It would feel nice not to loath himself at all anymore. ]

I don't know why wearing a black shirt never occurred to me. It is rather nice.

[untodeath]

[ Nodding with an affirmative hum, her voice drawls into a chuckle. ]

It looks quite smart on you. Imagine if you were to keep going. [ The reaper's words drip with lust, and with a wag of her brows, her teeth press into her bottom lip. ] Who knew it would be just as fun to watch you put your clothes on. Hm!

[death_glare]

Perhaps now you understand my interest in it for you.

[ Next he finds the tie, giving her a side eye when he sees what colour she'd chosen. Of all the garment that could have been red, this might be the one his most okay with. It's slipped about his neck, then with a century's worth of experience, he fixes an elaborate tie of it. ]

[untodeath]

[ All Grell can do to respond is purr in approval, fingers idly tracing beneath her chin as she watches. ]

--Wait.

[ Before William can reach for the houndstooth blazer, she hold out a hand to cease him! ]

Forget that, it would never do for this look.

[ And in a dash, she's out, returning shortly after with something much more sleek; solid black with trim detail on sharpened lapels, a waistcoat in a very subtle jacquard to match, and a pair of tiny red gem cufflinks that she may or may not have pilfered from the display cabinet. ]

Now, this will be a look.

[death_glare]

[ He's about to ask her where she's running off to, but she's gone before he so much as opens his mouth. Fine, if that's what's happening, he'll take the alone time to switch into his new slacks. He's just done buttoning them up when she returns. ]

All black?

[untodeath]

Trust me.

[ Holding out the treasures she's procured, she just beams with assurance!! ]

[death_glare]

Honestly, I never thought I'd be doing so.

[ Making sure his red tie is tucked perfectly underneath, he fastens the waistcoat. He smooths out the front, surprised by how nice it looks with only a slight difference in texture. And once the jacket's been paired, he has to give in. ]

Fine. You were right.

[untodeath]

[ Resting her hands on his hips, she presses up against him, the tip of her nose grazing his ear as she watches him in the mirror. ]

Now, isn't this a look for a man that should have everything?

[death_glare]

[ He looks himself over once more, when a thought comes to mind. He removes her hands from him, lightly pushing her to the side. ]

That makes me slightly curious.

[ It's all he says before, with a slow closure of his eyes, those large, luminescent wings, emerge from his back. Amazingly the suit remains unscathed, but it's taken on a new radiance to match his skin and eyes. ]