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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[dead_serious]

Regardless, we will not be watching anything of that sort either.

[ Finally, he returns to his drink, realising he needs the distraction. At this point he's about set to put on the weather. ]

[untodeath]

[ By now, Grell is reaching for the bottle, so that she may pour her second glass. ]

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?

[dead_serious]

[ Not wanting to flip through all those channels again, just to have the same issue, William finds the guide button and scrolls through the listing of what's currently on, and what's on next. Far past those naughty channels are the premium movie ones. Not knowing much about modern film - or perhaps too sick of watching cinematic records to bother seeing a movie in theatres - William is at a loss of what might be good. ]

Pick one of these, then.

[untodeath]

Oh, the pay-per-view channels~.

[ 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.

[dead_serious]

[ Seemingly unsurprised by her choice, once he gets the brief description, he selects it, agreeing to the terms of purchase with the press of a button. The remote is then discarded to the bedside table. There's a few minutes of advertisements to sit through until the next showing of the film starts, so William spends it fussing about with the bedding until he's made himself comfortable enough. He's certain Grell will be hopping about during this type of film, so he may as well enjoy some relaxation before the film gets to the really gruesome bits. ]

[untodeath]

[ In doing so, he nudged Grell enough that she leans to sit forward, giving him a bemused look. Eventually, she sighs, resorting to a looong sip of wine while he works himself out.

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.

[dead_serious]

[ Though now that she's 'fwumped' against him, he's finding his arm is sufficiently trapped. It's dangerous territory putting his arm around her, but he makes certain it's resting on the pillow above her head and not on her shoulder. It's also dangerous territory to turn off the lights. But the glare on the screen is a bit distracting. So as not to have to make himself comfortable a second time, William summons his scythe. It quickly zoom in front of Grell, flipping off the switch before retracting and poofing back out of existence again. ]