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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 scrunches up his nose before leaning away. ]

But the vast majority is.

[untodeath]

[ With a good-natured HUFF, she plants her hands on her hips! ]

So I'm a little flirtatious, but were I aiming to seduce you...

[ She prowls closer with an incredibly dangerous look to her eye!

Even so, she's giving him the opportunity to escape! So, clearly, she's toying with him. ]

[dead_serious]

[ She can't possibly get closer, cause with each step she takes, he's taking one backwards. At least until his back meets the fridge. ]

If this is it, it is not working.

[untodeath]

[ She stops, leaving mere centimeters between their bodies - and, taking his hands, she presses his palms against her bare thighs. ]

What about this?

[dead_serious]

You best realise I can report you to HR for this.

[ He sounds angry but he hasn't tugged his hands from her grip. ]

[untodeath]

[ When he doesn't let go, one of her upturned brows raise just a bit higher! ]

It's been a few days since we've spoken, I'm sure they miss me by now.

[ Hands cupped over his, she guides them upward, under the hem of her shirt and along her hips. Those are absolutely women's lace panties that he feels. ]

[dead_serious]

[ His eyes stay locked on hers, frown growing has his hands rise. ]

Are you wearing women's knickers?

[untodeath]

Yes. [ Her grin remains, unwavering! ] I'm certain you could guess what colour they are.

[dead_serious]

[ He's positive it must be red, but instead of saying so, he lets out a frustrated sigh. ]

Why are you insisting upon this?

[untodeath]

Am I, though?

[ Her hands brush up his wrists. ]

I'm hardly forcing it. You're a strong man, are you not?

[dead_serious]

Except that whatever I do, you will find it pleasing. Whether I kiss you or shove you to the floor, either way you're getting what you want from me.

[ But there's something making him hesitate in pushing her away. Maybe it's the wine. Yeah. ]

[untodeath]

[ She chuckles. ]

Oh, so you've considered kissing me, then?

[dead_serious]

If weighing my options in this situation counts towards that, then technically, yes.

[untodeath]

[ An affirmative hum slips past her grinning teeth, before her tongues darts to wet her lips. ]

'Tis a feat that you could consider it an option at all, isn't it?

[ Delicately, she releases her hold on his wrists. Makes a show of giving him the decision! ]

[dead_serious]

[ Eye contact is maintained, wanting her to be well aware that he isn't scared. He never will be, despite her intimidating demeanour. But what he is, she called moments before; uncomfortable. This is a realm of human interaction he knows little about, having next to no experience with intimacy. He'd answered 'no' to her accusation, moments before, but the fib was already itching at him.

With her release of his wrists, he hands are removed from her body. ]

This is too much, too quickly.

[untodeath]

[ Chest heaving with a silent sigh, her lips quirk, settling into a lopsided little smile. Hiding the depth of her disappointment, really. ]

Very well, very well.

[ Hopefully, she hasn't scared him off entirely, because once she steps away, she gently takes William's hands to guide him away from the fridge - and she cranes up to place an apologetic kiss on the cheek! That's perfectly mild, isn't it? ]

[dead_serious]

[ William's actually pretty surprised that she backed off. Or well, took her flirting down quite a bit. As such he allows her to lead him and doesn't reprimand her for the kiss. ]

However, I would be grateful to you if you stayed the night here with me. Sleeping. That's all.

[untodeath]

[ Ah, that brings light to her eyes! She has to resist the temptation to ask if he's serious-- because he always is. ]

I suppose a sleepover could be fun.

[ Thinking she might need to let go of him now, she releases his hands in favour of smoothing down her shirt. ]

I'd like that.

[dead_serious]

[ He gives a short nod. ]

Then, go collect any items you may need.

[untodeath]

[ With a chuckle, she reaches up to tap a finger to her cheek. ]

Be back in a few, then. I've got to go clear my vanity!

[ Not that she actually has one, as she's been making do with the bathroom mirror - but it gives the proper impression of what she's about to take over his counter space with! ]

[dead_serious]

[ With a frown at her comment, he's about to question it but she's gone before he opens his mouth. He shakes his head and spends the alone time occupying his mind with washing those wine glasses. ]

[untodeath]

[ Not more than ten minutes after, Grell arrives carrying the initial luggage they were presented with, which she's apparently shovelled her belongings into. Standing in the living room, she can hear him fussing around in the kitchen. ]

I'm back~♥ Shall I just place my things?

[dead_serious]

Yes, just don't make a mess. You're cleaning it up if you do.

[ He sets the glasses to dry upon the dish towel and goes over to see what she's brought. It's far more than he was expecting for one night. It has him eyeing her suspiciously. ]

What do you need all this for?

[untodeath]

It isn't much just the basics, you know?

[ If he's really curious, she'll leave him following behind while she heads for the washroom. ]

You must be using the same wash they gave us, at the start, for everything? Mm?

Putting down the toilet seat, she opens the suitcase up. On the counter, she leaves makeup remover and face wash, skin lotion, facial moisturiser, a makeup bag, her toothbrush and paste, and her hairbrush - into the shower, shampoo and conditioner! After that, there's still her pyjamas and a fresh shirt. ]

[dead_serious]

And I take it you aren't.

[ He picks up one of the lotion bottles randomly and reads the label. ]

All this for a single night, though?