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[ What began as a heated conversation seemed to earn the curiosity of the lobby's dawdlers and passer-bys-- until it became downright explosive. The boisterous tone of voice was all too recognisable, for everyone there had found themselves subjected to Grell's charades at least once, and for most, that was one time too many. The smartest of them would turn on heel and leave the direction they came.

Unfortunately, those that were in the immediate vicinity wouldn't have such privilege. A foolish, albeit good-hearted young woman had just stepped between Grell and the target of her aggression, in hopes of diffusing the situation. Instead, the enraged redhead snatched the new receptionist by the hair. ]

Oh, is this what it's all about, then! This wagtail bitch?!

[ Immediately, several reapers jump in to take Grell's arms and detach her. While they are successful, it only earns a face-splitting grin from her - for, now, she has a better distraction. Flipping one man over her shoulder, she gives him a splitting kick before turning on the rest of them. It's nothing short of a brawl. ]

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[ Raising a brow, her lips slowly split into a grin - and she, too, turns to face him whilst scooting just a bit closer. Leans in, as though to tell a secret. ]

I want a challenge. [ Ah, her eyes go a bit glassy already! ] A man with a-- resilient body and strength of character, that won't buckle in a quarrel - who would, in fact, raise his hand against me in a way that would make me weak.

[ Her tongue darts over her lips with a breathy little chuckle. ]

Before I shred him into pretty red ribbons with my scythe.

[ None of that sounds all too secretive to him. It fits her perfectly. Though that last bit doesn't surprise him, either, it has him frowning slightly. ]

Why would you so willingly do away with him?

[ With a tilt of the head, her eyes wander while she considers it briefly, though shrugs it off but a moment after. ]

Why wouldn't I? Once the fun has run its course, what's left? Delayed gratification is best - it makes the climax all the sweeter - but it's best to recall that taste than the bitter dissatisfaction of disappointment.

And what if you weren't able to take him down? If he would be as strong and resilient as you desire, I don't see how you could overcome him.

[ Somehow all of this is sounding familiar in a way. Though he's certain that's just the alcohol's thoughts. ]

[ Visibly, the thought delights her, as she's rather beaming. ]

Well then, that's the dream. [ Her shoulders raise with a hum! ] Perhaps we would go on to fight another day! Hopefully, he wouldn't snuff me. Wouldn't that be embarrassing! [ Now, a sigh, accompanied by a shake of the head. ] Men; always a gamble.

Perhaps you should find someone honest. Then there would be no questions about their devotion or intentions.

[ Advice he should take, himself, it seems. ]

[ With a furrow of the brow, she regards him with something of a tipsy pout. ]

What makes you think I'm interested in any of that, hn?

The romantic that you are at heart, I would think, under all those desires, you would want to find your soul mate. Something I know you believe exists.

[ With another large sip, his glass empties. He regards it with a frown before searching for the bottle. Unfortunately, that hasn't much left in it. ]

[ The readhead alerts her eyes, tongue idly pressing against a pointy tooth. Guilty.

William's fussing catches her attention, which gives her the perfect opportunity to sweep away! She's up on her feet, heading for the kitchen so that she may procure something else for them to enjoy, presumably.

But, she will offer him a reply over her shoulder, at the very least. ]

You seem to assume that this soul mate of mine would be any better than I am.

I would pray for the rest of London, then.

[ With his glass empty, he sets it aside and takes the brief time alone to focus back on his own thoughts. They're more of a blur now, to the point that he's actually wondering if there's a soulmate for himself out there. A foolish concept, of course, but his tipsy mind still has him curious. ]

[ Grell returns to lean provocatively against the doorway, batting her eyes-- before extending a bottle of gin. ]

Look what I~ found~♥

[ Striding her way over to seat herself on the couch's arm, she removes the cap to give it a sniff. ]

I've only kept this around for you, really, but I've warmed up enough to enjoy it with you.

[ William's thoughts are drawn back to Grell as she flaunts the bottle in front of him. ]

Perhaps I should have come over sooner. Saved myself from the embarrassment of the evening.

[ She hasn't brought any tonic or ice along with the gin, but he holds his glass out, regardless. ]

[ With an amused hum, she obliges his request. She might not mix a drink, but she can pour one, at least. ]

Well, I've got you now, so you might as well make yourself comfortable.

What do you think I've been doing?

[ He indicates the lack of tie or waistcoat on his person. ]

[ That gets a snerk out of her. ]

If you want to go there, I think you could do better.

No.

[ His answer is near immediate. ]

[ Okay, now she erupts into a delighted laugh! ]

Where have you put your pajamas, you silly man?

I brought a small bag. I suppose I'll be changing into them eventually, anyway.

[ he'll take a satisfying sip of his gin before rising from the couch to get his bag. Considering the reapers flats are rather cookie cutter, he knows where to find the bathroom without asking and heads that way.

A short amount of time passes before he reemerges wearing a boring set of striped pj bottoms and button up top. He reclaims his seat on the couch. ]

[ Grell croons as she hears him approach, pulling herself away from the glass long enough that she may turn to see what he's wearing. Her teeth sink into her lip as she resists laughter, but she doesn't do a very good job at it. ]

Is that what you'll wear to seduce your lady into bed with you?

[ He looks his outfit up and down, frowning. ]

I shouldn't need to seduce her at all if we're to be a couple.

[ Brows knitting in disbelief, her grin falls lopsided! ]

Wouldn't you wish to project the desire you feel for her, Will? For her to be sexually attracted to you?

What would you suggest I wear then?

[ That doesn't mean he's open to it! ]

[ Biting at the edge of her lip, she looks over him with a hum. ]

You want a lighter fabric with more movement, first of all - it would contour your body, and you could leave the top two buttons undone so that it may drape with an effortless sexiness. You can keep the stripes, but opt for a solid top. Perhaps pair it with a robe to match the bottoms, if you want to look a tad more put together. Give her something to take apart...

Take apart, hmm?

[ He's having a bit of trouble envisioning it, but he's trying. ]

You're not a fan of clothed sex, I assume.

[ Shooting him something of a bewildered look, her fingertips graze her chest! ]

You must be joking.

[ Next, that hand grazes up her thigh-- pushing up her lacy kimono robe to better show off her matching mini shorts and chemise. ]

It's about texture and layers, you know? Personality!

Edited 2020-07-06 03:01 (UTC)