Alan Humphries (
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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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[ 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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Pick one of these, then.
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[ Shining him a big, pointy-toothed grin, she can’t help but be amused that he would resort to these after scolding her for supposedly purchasing channels! ]
Alright then, let’s see...
[ Temporarily shifting her glass to her snuggle-arm, she repositions her glasses upon her nose to properly read their choices. ]
Scroll down a bit? ... Oh, I’m impressed by the assortment, I must say! Now, let’s see, wh— oh. OH, that one! Edge. It’s quite good— labeled a psychological horror, but it’s quite gory, as well. Positively thrilling.
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Finally, once he seems to have settled, she fwumps back against him, wiggling back up against him and nuzzling her head into place. ]
About time, my darling. The movie is about to start.
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