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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]

[ 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. ]

[untodeath]

[ Just a moment-- so she says by holding up a finger while she finishes taking a drink! ]

Alright, now, picture this-- using an engine to propel a rotating blade.

[dead_serious]

[ He frowns for a moment trying to picture it. What comes to mind is something far too large to properly use. ]

It doesn't sound very practical. Certainly very you, though.

[untodeath]

Not practical, Will? Really?

[ She has to put down her cup before she spills it, as her gestures are becoming far too grandeur! ]

Against an enemy, even if they survive its slice, they would retreat by the pain it inflicts alone! [ A shamelessly guilty smile. ] And, of course, there's the carnage. It would be horrific, I'm sure!

[dead_serious]

I can't imagine it would be easy to wield, even with our increased strength. It certainly sounds dramatic, though. And as though it would cause far more of a mess than is necessary.

[ Gosh he doesn't even know he'll be her boss eventually and it's already giving him a headache. ]

[untodeath]

[ There's a dismissive wave of her hand! ]

Oh, it wouldn't be that bad to wield. We're talking about a small motor, about-- ye big? You've seen something similar, I'm sure, but-- as for the drama? Yes.

[dead_serious]

Then why are they not approving it?

[ Are they fearful for themselves? If he can take her down, certainly more experienced reapers could. ]

[untodeath]

They lack the vision-- and, they also said something along the lines of, not aiding me in my threat tactics amongst colleagues.

[ With a sigh, she deflates over the counter, chin in hand. But then, a smirk flickers across her lips. ]

Perhaps they're right.

[dead_serious]

I don't see how it will resolve your rebellious behaviour. You threatened me well enough with the standard issue scythe.

[ And for some reason he doesn't sound upset about it, at all. Like it was just an average everyday occurrence. ]

[untodeath]

Oh, you thought that was bad? [ Pff! ] I haven't been that bad, as of late, though!

[ As she's taking another gulp from her cup, that reminds her-- ]

Oh, that's right. We were going to move about your things! [ She exclaims whilst opening up some cupboard door aimlessly! ]

[dead_serious]

Considering it's all I've seen of you, that is the only reference I have.

[ Pausing mid-sip he watches her fuss with a cabinet. ]

We aren't moving cabinetry, I hope.

[untodeath]

No, you silly man.

[ She shoots him a sly little look. Was that a joke? From William??? ]

Just what's in it... which... isn't much... [ The redhead mutters into the bare spaces, grabbing the few pieces they've been supplied and gathering them onto the counters. ] That simply makes it an easy place to start!

[ Now, she steps back, hands on her hips. ]

Now, you decide, what works best for you? Where do you want to make your tea, store your silverware? Etcetera!

[dead_serious]

[ rearranging silverware doesn't sound like it will make this place feel like home but he gives in, glancing around the small kitchen to decide what might work best. ]

Perhaps the island counter could serve as a good place to fix tea.

[untodeath]

[ Nodding with great enthusiasm, she clasps her hands and looks about her. Between the oven and the refrigerator is a small counter space, a cabinet above and drawer beneath. She gestures to these accordingly! ]

In that case, perhaps you can store your tea and sugar in here, cups just above... the silver is perfectly stored in here... and your kettle beneath! All easily accessible from the island! You see?

[dead_serious]

Hm.

[ setting his glass down, he moves towards her to shuffle the few pieces about. And once their in place as she suggested, he mocks going through the routine. ]

That seems a good layout.

[untodeath]

[ Likewise, Grell picks her glass up while she observes! ]

Very good. The rest should be easy to sort out, given that was the majority if it.

[ She chuckles into her glass whilst waving William on to sort it out. ]

[dead_serious]

[ It hardly takes five minutes before William's arranged everything, even pausing to clean off the dish from his breakfast. Finally, he returns to his wine. ]

That's something, I suppose.

[untodeath]

[ Grell shakes her head with a chuckle, taking the opportunity to top off their wine. ]

Already looking better than mine. Where to, next?

[dead_serious]

The furniture could be rearranged.

[ He takes his glass into the living area. There's not much there, either. A couch, a few separate chairs, a table and gramophone. ]