thedispatch | (no subject)

[ Her face softens just so. ]

I'm here, aren't I?

That is a different matter, entirely.

[ He plucks Grell's glasses off the dresser and holds them out in front of her. A kind gesture despite his sudden grouchy mood. ]

Is it?

[ Ah, but once her glasses are in view, her face lights up with a delighted breath! She reaches out to carefully pluck them from his hand. ]

You found them! Thank you!

Yes. Stubborn implies that it is over something unimportant.

[ With the glasses fixed upon her face, she's left with the clear vision of his face. Somehow, paired with his words, it flusters her far more! ]

A-ah...

[ Yep, she's blushing again. Why does this man make her do that so much? She glances away, tucking some hair behind her ear. ]

I don't think so. Nor is it always such a bad thing...

It certainly doesn't have a positive connotation.

[ But her reaction plainly backs up her claims. He briefly finds himself charmed by that timidness reemerging and has to clear his throat to refocus himself. ]

[ That has her attention once more, though her brows press plainly with confusion. Perhaps she's hit a sore spot. ]

Anything that dictates a strong will and sense of self is generally frowned upon, it seems... [ Frown. ] Socially acceptable behaviours are unrealistic and boring.

Do I bore you, then?

[ He can only assume he falls in that category for her. ]

[ That only leaves her tilting her head. ]

I'm saying that you do the opposite, actually.

[ He seems to get a slightly confused look on. ]

I never would have thought myself to be all that interesting or exciting.

[ A lopsided little smile plucks at her lips. ]

You try to hide it, but you've got a lot of heart. You're also so serious that it makes you fairly oblivious, I think... [ An amused breath. ] But you also are quite thoughtful in ways that one would never expect. You're interesting, William, trust me.

[ The part about being oblivious seems to pull a look from him, but the rest is actually quite nice to hear. ]

You may be the only one who's told me as much.

I'm sorry your loved ones have failed you in that way.

[ She shakes her head. ]

I'll remind you as often as you need.

It would be nice to hear on occasion.

[ With a softened look, he drapes his clothes over an arm. ]

I'm going to wash up. Feel free to sleep more, if you need to.

[ Nodding, there's warmth to her eyes as she smiles - and though she clearly considers his offer, she seems to regret the decision she has to make! In fact, she sighs. ]

No, I ought to get going, myself, if I'm to clear out my flat today...

[ He gives a hum of understanding. ]

Bring whatever you need.

[ William heads back into the main room of the house, and stringing up the privacy curtain Grell'd used the night before, begins his routine. ]

[ Considering that she had bathed the night before, she merely needs to get herself dressed - though once she takes a look in the mirror, she changes her opinion of that entirely. Horrifyingly, she needs a shave, and her hair, a brush! Creeping into the main room, her body hugs the doorway. ]

W-will...? I'm sorry to ask, but - ah - might I borrow a few things?

[ William looks up from behind the curtain, his chest a bit soapy. ]

As far as what?

A hairbrush, if I may...

[ She cups a hand along her chin. ]

And a-- a razor, perhaps...

I have a comb in the bedroom, and the razor is in the cupboard by the sink.

[ He gives a nod in the right direction. ]

Thank you..!

[ Though, she'll stay just a second longer to admire his broad chest and strong shoulders. But willing herself with an audible inhale, she's off to fix herself up!

Perhaps fifteen minutes pass before she returns clean-shaven and hair tied low with her ribbon. ]

Thank you, again. I feel much better. [ Folding her hands awkwardly before her, she looks along the floor to keep herself from seeing too much. ] Would you like me to arrange your breakfast...

If you wouldn't mind. I'm not picky.

[ As she turns to look though what he has, he makes note of the red ribbon fastening her hair. It's not entirely not-masculine, but the colour choice is certainly loud and eye catching. ]

Perhaps choosing a more muted colour of ribbon would avoid you drawing negative attention.

[ Grell seems to be quite pleased that she has an opportunity to do something for William, in turn. There's a ghost of a smile on her lips as she explores his kitchen, and she may even be humming quietly to herself!

That is, until he speaks up about her ribbon. Idly reaching up to touch it, she turns to look at him over her shoulder with the most confused frown. ]

What's wrong with red?

Nothing. It's a perfectly nice colour. But the vibrancy is not something you often see others wearing.

[ He's back down in the basin of the tub, rinsing the suds from himself. ]

It will cause people to look in your direction.

[ Her shoulders ease down some once he explains his reasoning, accompanied by a sigh. ]

I suppose you're right... My hair already does that for me. Shouldn't give them any more reason to pay me any mind...

[ Setting out plates for the both of them, she goes about slicing the bread, placing one on each. ]