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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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[untodeath]

[ Grell's lips part, as though she's thorough offended by this! She moves her foot back, but at the cost of swinging her legs up to lay across his lap. ]

And what is it that you need, William?

[dead_serious]

[ Somehow, not expecting that, the movement splashes a decent amount of wine on to his shirt. And as he hastily leans forward to set his glass down, a fair amount of that drips across Grell's pants. ]

Certainly not this.

[untodeath]

[ This time, when Grell's mouth gapes, it's genuine! ]

Oh, William. [ As though he's a boy that's just spilt his ice cream! ] Alright, off with that, then. It's better to get that before it sets!

[ She carefully moves, so as not to smear it on the sofa, next! And she's actually laughing, as she wipes a hand across her legs. At least her pants are black! ]

[dead_serious]

[ Obviously frustrated, William pushes her legs off him with a huff and immediately heads towards the master bathroom. Should she follow (of course), she'll find him topless at the counter, rinsing the red wine from his shirt with little luck. He's also muttering angrily to himself. ]

[untodeath]

[ Of course, she follows! She thinks he's not wanting to undress in front of her, but hearing the tap, she rushes in to take his hand! ]

No, darling, not like that! [ Assuming he'll allow it, she tugs him along toward the kitchen! ] You should pour some salt on it, first!

[dead_serious]

[ He'd tug away but she seems to actually be wanting to help him with his shirt. And obviously he doesn't know what to do. ]

I'm not sure they provided us with any.

[untodeath]

[ Though she draws a breath to refute, she takes just a moment longer to think on that, because-- ]

Oh. You're right.

[ Now that they're in the kitchen, anyway, she releases his hand. And gets distracted looking at this shirtless man before her - but just for a moment, before she shakes it off! ]

Here, lay it out on the island.

[ And she teleports away, back to her flat, where she may grab a salt shaker that she most definitely stole from the cafeteria. Unscrewing the top, she dumps the lot of it over the strain. ]

There.

[dead_serious]

[ William watches her process, which is a lot simpler than he expected it would be. ]

What about your trousers?

[untodeath]

[ Grell shoots him the most amused look. ]

Well. If you insist.

[ And so, she sets to unbuttoning her trousers and wiggling them down her hips! ]

[dead_serious]

I wouldn't think you would want them stained permanently. Black or otherwise.

[ He does her the courtesy of not watching and instead makes to head back to his room and find a new shirt. ]

[untodeath]

[ Wink! ]

A considerate man.

[ Once William is back, he will find the redhead over the sink, working some dish soap into what's left of the stain. Her trousers are on the counter, under what remains of the salt, which leaves her in her vest and shirt - and, thankfully for him, her shirt is long enough to conceal her panties. ]

[dead_serious]

[ What he returns in is what they apparently call a t-shirt. Another one of the more modern pieces of clothing that was provided to him. He has to admit, it's comfortable. ]

Is it working?

[ He comes up next to her, watching the rest of her process. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell looks up to greet with with a proud little smile. ]

It will. We're going to soak it in this bowl for a while. I've filled it with some hydrogen peroxide.

[ She pats the fabric down into the solution, inside the bowl she's placed in the sink. ]

This might be the one household task I excel at. Being as messy as I am, you know.

[dead_serious]

[ He makes careful note of each step, in case he needs it in the future. ]

How often do you spill wine on yourself?

[untodeath]

[ Pushing the bowl aside enough, she's rinsed her hands - and, at William's comment, flicks some water at him! ]

More than I'd care to admit.

[dead_serious]

[ The water splashes him in the face, covering his glasses in tiny droplets. He huffs, removing them so he can properly wipe them off. Except he's forgotten how blind he now is without them, since it had never been the case before. Thus, he's talking and pointing in the completely wrong directions when he addresses her. ]

Can you hand me that dish cloth, since you've gone and smudged up my spectacles?

[untodeath]

[ Laughing, she grabs said cloth from its proper place - and since he won't see it, if she holds it out for him, she takes his hand, and presses the towel into it. ]

Mm, you've such handsome features. Very sharp.

[dead_serious]

[ Still speaking in the wrong direction, he rubs the cloth across the dampened lenses. ]

Thank you, I suppose.

[ Finished, he replaces them on his face, quick to turn his head in the right direction when he realises the mistake he's been making. ]

[untodeath]

[ And Grell is there waiting, arms folded across her middle and leaning against the counter. ]

Mmhmm♥

[ Oh, right. Her trousers should be done, as well! She'll set to patting in the salt before brushing it off into the trash. ]

Alas! Wine that could have gone to better use. Where did our cups go off to, in any case?

[dead_serious]

I can only assume they are still in the sitting room.

[ And he's off to fetch them, carrying them carefully back to the kitchen so as not to cause another mess. As he takes a sip of his, he finally takes note of Grell's bare legs, long and perhaps shaven? He clears his throat, looking away, hopefully before she noticed. ]

You should return home and get some new trousers.

[untodeath]

[ Now that her trousers have been set to soak with William's shirt, she happily reaches out for her own glass! ]

What, am I making you-- [ She swings a foot up to rest against the ledge of the island counter!] --uncomfortable, Will?

[dead_serious]

No.

[ He huffs as his gaze quickly moves from her leg to her face. ]

Can't you keep your feet on the floor?

[untodeath]

[ She's just going to leave her leg propped up like so, whole she finishes off the little that's left in her glass. ]

Is that meant to be an analogy of some sort?

[dead_serious]

No. I was speaking quite literally.

[ Grabbing hold of her ankle, he forces her foot off his counter space. ]

[untodeath]

[ Given that she's still in her socks, he's able to slip her foot off very easily! Thankfully, there's no wine left to spill, this time - but her cup does clatter when she grabs the counter for stability. Of course, she's just laughing over the entire thing. ]

Well then! Talk about a missed opportunity, you know?