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

[untodeath]

[ Grell chuckles while disposing of the stocking to the floor, so that she may remove the other. ]

Not this time, darling. I'll have to purge my wardrobe of all those uniform pieces, first.

[death_glare]

[ His eyes drift from her legs back up to meet hers. ]

You say that as if you followed dress code.

[untodeath]

[ A not-at-all-innocent grin is what he'll receive! ]

Believe it or not, I did! Just enough to get by.

[ Now that she's mostly free of her garb, she stands to unfasten her garter belt. ]

I won't have to worry much about that anymore.

[death_glare]

Just barely.

[ William takes a seat at the vanity, idly watching as she dresses. ]

I believe the janitorial jumpsuits are blue. It will be odd seeing you in something other than red.

[untodeath]

[ Grell sticks her tongue out with a disgusted scoff! ]

Don't remind me.

[ Once she's wiggled into her clothing, she busies herself with tucking in her shirt while returning to the closet to pick out her shoes. She opts for ankle-cut booties. She'll be damned if a bit of mopping will keep her out of heels. ]

I'll just have to adjust, that's all... I'll find a way!

[ Speaking of, there's a red skinny belt, right in front of her in the closet! Perhaps that would help! ]

[death_glare]

[ He does frown at her shoe choice but opts not to comment on it. It's her feet that have to endure that, not his. Assuming she's just about ready, he stands, making his way out of the room to grab his wallet and jacket. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell frowns, too, when William leaves without a word - but she busies herself with pulling on her blazer and giving herself a good look-over in the mirror. It's an awfully simple outfit, but cute enough to get her by.

Following after him, she's idly fussing with her hair once more, as her eyes scan the living area. ]

Ready for breakfast, then?

[death_glare]

[ A simple nod and he holds the door open for her to leave. ]

Where would you like to go?

[untodeath]

[ Batting her lashes as she walks past, she hums while considering their options. ]

The diner would be fine. I could do with some pancakes.

[death_glare]

Very well then.

[ In the blink of an eye the two are outside of the diner. They're seated and William takes up the menu, even though breakfast options are fairly standard at every eatery. ]

[untodeath]

[ Even though they're seated across from one another and distracted their menus, that doesn't mean that the angel has avoided her attention. She still extends her legs out to rest her ankles against his. ]

What do you typically like for breakfast, Will? We need to start putting a list together for those groceries~

[death_glare]

[ For once, Grell doesn't get a kick under the table. ]

I'm guessing my answer of chocolate chip pancakes would be a bit obvious.

[untodeath]

[ She lowers her menu to look at him with a delighted laugh. ]

I think I'm jealous of your metabolism!

[death_glare]

I don't eat chocolate constantly.

[ Somehow he takes that as an insult. ]

It's just something I happen to enjoy.

[untodeath]

[ With a shake of the head, she endearingly places her hand over his. ]

I think it's cute.

[death_glare]

[ He gives her a look before setting his menu aside. ]

Honestly, you think everything I do is cute.

[untodeath]

[ With a skeptical hum, she plants her cheek atop a hand! ]

I wouldn't say that. Take last night, for example.

[ The redhead bats her lashes. ]

You're also sexy.

[death_glare]

That's practically the same.

[ The waitress comes by bringing them the drinks they ordered when they were first seated. William pulls his cup of tea towards him, finding the sugar to sweeten it up. ]

[untodeath]

That is not the same, Will.

[ Grell sets aside the menu to accept her beverage with a nod of thanks. ]

One makes me want to hold you and kiss your cheeks. The other makes me want to fuck you.

[ The waitress returned at the wrong point in their conversation, she realises, and turns on heel. ]

[death_glare]

Judging by last night, they seem to occur in conjunction with one another.

[ William seems to have no issue with the waitress overhearing such things and even calls her back to give her their orders for pancakes. ]

[untodeath]

I'll give you that!

[ Grell chuckles while stirring her own cup of tea, watching William with mild surprise. Seeing that he holds no shame for her freely speaking of such matters makes her heart swoon, really! There may even be a healthy rose kissing her cheeks. ]

[death_glare]

[ Content that he won that little argument, he hands the waitress their menus before dismissing her. ]

So, larger closets are a must, I know that already. But, what else should I put in for when I speak with them about housing?

[untodeath]

[ Shoulders rising with a brilliant grin, she leans in closer! Obviously, she still isn't over the excitement surrounding the topic. ]

Oh, a big tub and separate shower would be brilliant. [ She wags her brows once, insinuating she has a lot of ideas for those. ] And, more practically, a second bedroom! For your new hobby, whatever you decide it to be.

[death_glare]

[ He nods in agreement with both. ]

It will also serve well as a place for you to sleep if you irritate me too much.

[untodeath]

[ With a gasp, she turns her head to shoot him a playful leer over her glasses. ]

Not funny, Will! Everyone knows it's the husband that sleeps in the doghouse.