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[dead_serious]

[ Graduating from the reaper academy was nothing to brag about. Sure you gained some skills and were granted permission to customize your glasses and scythe, but beyond that, all that was in the newly trained reapers' future was tedious, unavoidable work encased within long nights of depression and regret. Unlike mortal graduations that were followed by celebration, reapers were informed of how they came to be, what was expected of them, should they wish to redeem themselves, and then shown their personal cinematic records. Forced to relive the pain of their mortal lives. To say it's a traumatic experience is a vast understatement.

William stands alone in his newly assigned, permanent flat. It's barely furnished, with just the essentials, no life or personality to be seen. All that's playing through his mind is his record. A horrific thing to rewatch, certainly, but somehow it was made more painful by a fear that had been newly established. He's suddenly feeling sick from the thoughts and has to exit the apartment to collect himself. Glancing up, he sees a brief flicker of bright red at the end of the hall, and before he can stop himself he's following after it. ]

Grell Sutcliffe?

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[dead_serious]

As if you don't need things constantly reiterated to you.

[ Frustrated, he fixes his glasses before snatching up his coffee mug. ]

Then, I suppose we are making up for lost time now.

[untodeath]

[ an amused little croon escapes her, as she takes another bite of that delicious cake. She isn't taunting him if he refused it, right? ]

You know, I didn't think you would care, to be quite honest.

[dead_serious]

Yes, well.

[ Somehow her comment makes him feel the slightest bit embarrassed. He clears his throat to regain his train of thought. ]

I suppose even someone like myself needs a companion.

[untodeath]

Ooh, a companion. I'll accept that.

[ She slides her plate over. The last bite. ]

[dead_serious]

Good.

[ He will accept that offering of cake with a pleased hum. ]

I wouldn't mind spending some more time together after we finish here. Honestly, I would rather be around someone than not.

[untodeath]

[ Leaning forward, she rests her chin into one of her hands. ]

I... feel much the same. [ A crooked little grin. ] But, since you won't let me take you home, then the destination is up to you.

[dead_serious]

I am not against going to your flat, but not in the sense that you are implying.

[ The waiter comes to clean up their plates and hands them the bill. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell picks up the bill to take a look, licking across her teeth. ]

Now? [ She quirks her brow, sliding him the bill to see. ]

[dead_serious]

[ Okay that was more than he was hoping to spend on something that was so-so. ]

That is not an honest thing to do.

[untodeath]

No, it isn't.

[ She shrugs. ]

We've plenty of time to make up for it, don't you think?

[dead_serious]

That hardly matters.

[ He takes his wallet out and puts down his half. ]

You do what you wish for yours.

[untodeath]

[ With a tick of her tongue, Grell rolls her eyes - but she pulls out her wallet to do the same. ]

Boring.

[ Tossing the money onto the table, she stand up to replace her wallet into her pocket, and offers her hand to William. ]

[dead_serious]

[ He's actually surprised she paid, and his eyebrows raise ever so slightly to show that. He's almost proud of her! Standing, he does the same with his wallet before taking hold of her hand. This time, however, he'll remember to let go when they arrive at her flat. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell pointedly looks away, although that doesn't last long. After all, once her hand wraps around his, they'll just as soon pop into her flat.

It isn't anything remarkable. The layout is just the same as William's, as is the provided furniture and linens. The only difference is how it's been lived in. It isn't precisely untidy, but things have been moved around to her liking, books litter the coffee table, and such. ]

Feel free to use the chair for your coat, if you like.

[ Nodding toward one in the living area, she's already shrugging hers off! ]

[dead_serious]

[ He assumes she must not have any spare hangers for her closet yet so he nods and drapes his across the back of the chair. Looking around he gives a short sigh. ]

Your place already has more life to it than mine.

[untodeath]

[ Grell tosses hers over the back of the couch. She might have that hanger for herself, but she'll take care of that later. ]

Oh? [ She shoots him a curious glance, before looking around at what she's done. ] You've left yours as it was given to you, I take it?

[dead_serious]

I've nothing to fill it with aside from some clothing.

[ He sounds a bit saddened at that fact. ]

[untodeath]

[ Holding up a finger, she walks into the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator-- an incredible feat of technology, and all that she's got to house in it is a bottle of wine.

Even so, she seems quite content with that, as she returns to show it off to William. ]

I've got-- an idea. We take this to your place, and we move about every damn belonging you have, until it starts to feel like home.

[dead_serious]

[ He looks at the bottle of wine, checking that it's not a dry one. Sweet over bitter is much preferred! ]

I don't know that it will help much, but we can try.

[ His turn to offer his hand! ]

[untodeath]

[ Of course it's sweet! Either way, she very clearly amused that he's being picky about free wine. Chuckling, she takes his hand.

Once they're in his apartment, she doesn't let go - instead, without missing a beat, she pulls him into the kitchen. ]

We will start in here. Might as well, since we need the glasses!

[dead_serious]

[ She's got a pretty strong grip on him, and though he could tug himself free fairly easily, he's keen on not dropping this bottle. ]

I don't have proper glasses, so we'll have to make do.

[ He indicates what cabinet they're in before realising he also doesn't have a cork screw. So once he's set the bottle down he finally pulls his hand free and summons his new scythe. ]

If you hold the bottle I should be able to remove the cork with this.

[untodeath]

Sounds like any other day, doesn't it?

[ Turning around with whichever two cups she saw first, she grins with absolute delight.

She has a corkscrew sitting around someplace in her hammerspace, but this is much more fun. ]

Alright, that looks like it should do the job! Interesting design you chose there.

[ Setting the glasses aside, she takes hold of the bottle and watches with anticipation! ]

[dead_serious]

I thought it would allow me to be the most productive.

[ Backing up a decent amount, he takes a stance to allow him to hold the centre handle and end grip at once. The main pole of the scythe juts out until it reaches the bottle's cork where he squeezes the grip, allowing the sharp end to close around it. Then it immediately retracts, taking the cork with it. He drops it into his hand before standing the scythe next to himself and using the sharp end to readjust his glasses. ]

I still need a bit of practice with it, but I've taken to it fairly well, so far.

[untodeath]

[ Ah, between watching that, and William using it to adjust his glasses, she cups a hand against her cheek with an open-mouth, lopsided grin. She is just. SO smitten with how hilarious he is. ]

I should say so, it seems but an extension of yourself.

[ With a wistful sigh, she's pouring the wine into their cups, offering William one that's full! ]

I had an idea for one, but they wouldn't allow for it. Those dimwits have no taste.

[dead_serious]

What could you possibly have considered that they would reject?

[ Considering what he's seen others wielding, the only rule seemed to be for it to have a sharpened edge to pierce the target with. He takes up his glass, enjoying a healthy sip with a nod of approval at its quality. ]