All Work & No Play

[amongthethorns]

[Honestly, they're all exhausted - not tired but just worn out physically - after getting called all the way over here to help deal with a sudden rapid spike of missing souls which had been caused, unsurprisingly by an influx of demons. It was an odd thing and they still needed to pinpoint the origin of this matter, after all. Neither they nor the Paris Reapers could figure out what can caused an entire legion of Hells most foul to ascend on the city of lights.

Thankfully, with the five of them working pulled through just fine even if Alan was just a junior and Ronald was a rookie still. 

At least the hotel was nice even if they had to bunk up; two beds to each room. At least they had adjoining rooms so if they wanted they could throw the door between the two rooms open and interact.

Alan closed the field kit he'd been using to tend even their most minor of injuries; huffing out a tired but relieved breath. His chest ached just slightly and his shoulders slumped a little bit.] 

Well, that was certainly interesting if I don't say so myself. I know we've still got a few more days here in the city just to make sure things are well in hand an find answers, but what do we do for now? I mean - what do you even do in Paris?   

[He turned toward his bed where a rather large suitcase was tucking the field kit away. He'd brought a few things with him. They'd put all their belongings into this singular suitcase - fresh suits, documentations they needed when they went to Paris's dispatch branch for briefings and reports, a few other odds and ends.]

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[untodeath]

[ Watching the door close behind the two, Grell chuckles. It’s a low, lulling sound. ]

How lucky those two are.

[ Glancing over her shoulder at William, she hums with a can’t of her brows! ]

They’re wrong about the wine, though. Still, more for me!

[ She sets the bottle down on the table they’ve been provided - next to the ice bucket and drinking glasses. ]

Unless, you’d care to join me?

[dead_serious]

No. I will wait for my own.

[ What he will do, though, is take that ice bucket. Grell won't be needing any in her wine, but he'll certainly want some for his drink. He's certain he saw the ice machine down the hall, when they'd first exited the elevator. Taking that task upon himself will mean less time with Grell tossing flirtatious glances his way!

There is the briefest pause, however, curiosity getting the better of him. ]

Lucky in what sense?

[untodeath]

[ A disappointed hum. She watches him take the ice bucket with vague interest, smirking when he can’t resist asking.

There’s a window behind the table, and she’s keen on opening it. Drawing the curtains, she sighs at the view! ]

They’re both keen on one another, sharing a night on the streets of Paris.

[ Unlatching the window, she pulls it open to lean out and take a breath. Her smile has lessened. She’s jealous. ]

They would be smart not to waste it.

[dead_serious]

If you are going to complain, you are free to go enjoy it, yourself.

[ Though he can't imagine Alan would let him sit here for too long, waiting on the drink he requested. And until it does arrive, Grell will find it rather diffucult to get anything other than a bad mood from him. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell turns back to him with a roll of the eyes. ]

And miss this? Not a chance!

[dead_serious]

[ He knows she's obsessed with him, but is he actually more appealing than Paris, the city of romance? It has him shaking his head, unconvinced. ]

We see one another on a near daily basis already.

[untodeath]

[ Oh, is he actually being serious? That earns a quirk of her brow. ]

In case you’ve forgotten, we just pulled a double-shift, and even I require some beauty rest.

[ By now, she’s closed the distance between them, and reaches up to pat his cheek. ]

Anyway, it wouldn’t hold the same excitement for me.

[dead_serious]

Ah.

[ Realising he just misinterpreted her meaning in a super egotistical way has him feeling a bit foolish. Enough so that he misses dodging that face pat. Which just adds more to the feeling!

Better cover it up with a good oldfashioned adjustment of his glasses. ]

[untodeath]

[ While William might consider it a cover-up, Grell sees it as a plain giveaway! She snerks, taking his wrist as she walks around him! ]

If you are on your way out, however, I think that I’ll steal the shower. And you could always join me if you make it back in time. [ Wink! ]

[dead_serious]

[ A clearing of his throat before yanking his hand back. The ice bucket is tucked under his arm as he promptly makes his way towards the door and away from her grasp. ]

I am not joining you. We have another shower I can use.

[untodeath]

[ Once he’s out the door, she holds it to lean against, batting her eyes! ]

Now, that’s not the point, and you know it💖.

[dead_serious]

I do know what you're implying and my answer is still no.

[ He doesn't even bother looking at her while he responds, just speaking loud enough that she can hear him perfectly while he makes his way towards the ice machine. ]

[untodeath]

You’re breaking my heart, William!

[ Calling after him, she probably shouts that louder than is needed— and that’s entirely on purpose!

When he returns, he won’t find the door locked; in fact, she’s flipped out the deadbolt to hold it open for him, because he’s probably left his key in the room. It could have been the perfect opportunity for revenge, but, nah. She’d rather have him around. ]

[dead_serious]

[ Actually William doesn't even think about the fact that he'd left his key until he returns to find the door propped open. Apparently he'd been in more of a rush to get out of the room for a moment than he thought. And once in, he starts to voice a retort to her loud comment, only to notice she's already in the bathroom. Yay feeling foolish again. God he needs that drink. ]

[untodeath]

[ Surprisingly, Grell doesn’t take as long as one might think, but that is merely because she doesn’t want to miss out on any potential fun, should the subordinates return earlier than expected.

Swinging open the bathroom door, she’s in a cute matching sleeping short and robe set, a drying at her hair with a spare towel. ]

You back, Will?

[ Having left her glasses on the vanity so they wouldn’t fog, she definitely can’t see him just yet? ]

[dead_serious]

Yes.

[ She won't see but he does give her outfit a look over.
Too bad! ]

Where are your glasses?

[ She will get scolded, though. Even though the answer to his question is entirely obvious. ]

[untodeath]

[ Criminal, really.

She chuckles. ]

Right here. I wasn’t going to put them on the back of the toilet, you know.

[ Picking them up, she juggles them with a flaunt! Her moisturizer is still in her bag, so she’s going to walk over and plop her bottom down on the bed, rummaging for it - her glasses on the side table. ]

Enjoying your ice?

[dead_serious]

[ If he'd simply glanced around he would have seen them, butits so much easier to just assume she's doing something wrong. ]

Considering they haven't returned with anything for me to make use of it with, no.

[ Like her, William has changed into his own sleep clothes. Super boring and unflattering, unfortunately. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell sweeps her hair up in the towel, she sets about applying her simplified skin routine; an eye cream, serum, and facial moisturizer. Only then does she replace the glasses on her nose. ]

Hm! Well, good for them.

[ Looking William over, a smirk twinges at her lips. And then, she’s extending a leg to rest on his knee, so that she can apply some body moisturizer! ]

[dead_serious]

[ William simply frowns down at her foot before reestablishing eye contact. ]

Must you? I am not a foot rest.

[ Yet he's not shoving her foot off, perhaps a bit curious about this routine of hers. ]

[untodeath]

[ That gets a grin out of her! ]

And yet, you have the most welcoming lap. I could just— climb right into it. [ She says, leaned in to massage the cream over her shin! ] But, a foot rest will do.

[dead_serious]

[ Lucky for her, the idea of potentially being a chair for her is so unwanted that he accepts the role of foot rest, thus allowing her to continue her work without interruption. ]

What is the sense in all this, anyway?

[ He leans forward just enough to snatch up the moisturizer bottle and look over its label. ]

[untodeath]

[ For just a moment there, he gets her heart to flutter! So, when he snatches up that bottle, she snerks, in spite of herself. ]

It mitigates the effects of dry skin, first of all - and leaves you feeling irresistible.

[ Since he’s got the bottle, she holds out her palm to him. ]

Give me a squirt, will you? [ A chuckle. ] I’d invite you to feel for yourself, but it hasn’t had a chance to set in!

[dead_serious]

[ The cold glance away from the bottle and to her face says enough about his opinion on the silly joke without him having to speak a word. But he will uncap it to provide her with some. Probably way more than she'd wanted, but that just adds to the joke in a way William won't acknowledge. ]

You do realise I won't be taking you up on that offer, regardless.

[untodeath]

[ That look only pull soutright laughter from the redhead - and the overpour gets a gasp from her, reflexively cupping her hands while reduced to giggles. ]

My goodness, Will!

[ Trying to figure out what to do with it, she extends her other leg to join the first, dabbing it around so that she can run it in momentarily. ]

Ah, well, your loss. I take exceptionally good care of my skin.