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thedispatch2021-02-13 12:52 am
amongthethorns) wrote in thedispatch2021-02-13 12:52 am
All Work & No Play
[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.]
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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So, come to mine.
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And what does 'cuddle' mean in Grell Sutcliff-terms?
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In my terms?
[ Terribly amused, as one could tell by her wicked grin, she stalks over to offer him one of two glasses. The remainder of the bottle is tucked into the crook of her arm, but it will be placed on the bedside table, once she has a free hand to do so. ]
Well, in this scenario, I had it in mind that we would sit back against the pillows and I could nestle into your side to rest on your shoulder, your head on mine... You know. [ A vague gesture of the hand, a roll of the wrist, etc. ] Something to that effect.
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Quite tame for you.
[ He takes the offered glass, glancing towards the telly. ]
And what would we watch?
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We aren’t likely to understand much of it, so I suppose it doesn’t matter. [ Sitting herself down on the bedspread with a surely tantalizing pose, she pays the mattress beside her. ] If we become bored with it, I could think of something a bit more spicy to suit your apparent tastes!
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Press your luck and you will be sleeping in the other room.
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Oh, but before she gets too comfortable, she grabs their glasses of wine, and hands William his. And then, there’s the remote...
There. Now, she settles her head on his shoulder, fluttering her lashes up at him? ]
I would never~❤️
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You constantly do so.
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You’re right.
[ Licking over her lips, she then tucks the glass against her chest to fumble with the remote. ]
The truth is, I just want to be with you. Aside from that, who would want to be the third wheel in that room tonight?
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[ Could it be that William is oblivious of the feelings Alan and Eric harbor for one another? ]
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No, you gorgeous dolt. Eric and Alan.
[ Aha! A romance movie. She hums approvingly, setting down the remote and taking another gulp of tasty wine. ]
I could perhaps understand one glossing over Alan’s affections as respect, but to overlook Eric’s fixation on the other? You’re just as blind with those glasses of yours, my darling.
[ With an affectionate little croon, she taps on the hinge of his glasses ever so lightly! ]
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Perhaps I am simply not fixated on gossip and what goes on with our coworkers' personal lives.
[ Though, now that she's brought it to light, Eric is rather clingy over Alan. He frowns at the thought that it was most likely effecting Eric's work productivity. ]
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[ With another content hum, she settles back against his shoulder. ]
Ah, to have a romance unfold in Paris...
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[ Though, they have been taking their time in returning with the drinks. He swirls his wine around. At least they have that. He can blame this decision to have Grell curled up next to him on that, if he needs to. ]
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[ There’s an arguing couple on the television. They’re exchanging heated words, and the man grasps the woman’s wrist to pull her in close. They stare at one another with such tension! Such longing! Grell sighs wishfully. ]
When it come to matters of love, however, I wouldn’t underestimate a woman’s intuition!
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[ He may not have this intuition Grell claims to possess. But he's certain this scene on the telly is appealing to her desires for the evening far too accurately. The remote is snatched from her hand and he begins flipping through the channels, once more. ]
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Now, what did you do that for?
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[ Though, it seems everything is unappealing to him, as he's barely staying on a channel a few seconds before flicking to the next. At least until the channel numbers reach high enough to enter a certain risque category. The imagery on the screen takes him off guard and he pauses to process before hurriedly entering a safer channel number with the remote. ]
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What William stops on, however, leave her dribbling back into her glass with the grandest snerk of them all! ]
Ideas, indeed! [ Her exclamation comes, as she’s wiping excess wine off her lip. ]
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[ He gives her a good elbow to the side to emphasise his claim, but it probably doesn't help much. ]
Honestly, I was of the assumption those channels where restricted without payment. You didn't spend unauthorised money on them, did you?
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Now, Will, what opportunity would I have had to do such a thing?
[ She wipes away the wine with her fingertips, and a playful tutting of the tongue. ]
Things are a bit different here, is all. They’re not nearly so prude. [ And with that, she’s licking said fingertips clean with a wink! ]
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[ Not his fault, nope. ]
That being the case, or not, I doubt any parents would want their children stumbling upon those channels as I just did.
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Children watching at this time of night? Not likely.
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[ Finally, he returns to his drink, realising he needs the distraction. At this point he's about set to put on the weather. ]
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Well, I would prefer to do something together, for I fear that I’m becoming bored.
[ Once she’s taken another healthy gulp, she props her chin on his shoulder with an expectant bat of the lashes. ]
Have you found anything else of interest?
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