closed psl.

[untodeath]

[ Word travels fast around the office. By the time Grell had returned from her shift to submit the appropriate paperwork, a secretary had already asked her if she'd been by to check on Mister Spears.

Now, she had known that he had been sent on an investigative mission with Ronald earlier that day, so she immediately assumed the worst. Demanding to know where to find them sent her bolting off to the lower levels. The new recruits were smart enough to dash out of the way - and some of them even directed her to the appropriate department; the optometrist's office, where she found William sulking in the lobby.

The poor man was without his glasses, but aside from a scuffed cheek and some healing bruises, appeared to be in one piece. It was his pride that seemed wounded, as the very air about him seemed heavy. ]

Oh, Will.

[ Heaving a sigh of relief, she sinks down into the chair beside him. Though knowing fully well that he won't like it, she won't be kept from fussing over him; reaching out to gingerly dash back some of his hair left mussed by his scuffle, while taking a good look at his wounds. ]

What did I tell you about taking care of your glasses, mm?

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[ Unfortunately, the rest of the closet's contents are just as disappointing. William gets his answer to that when he hears the sound of Grell shutting the door. ]

I can't imagine why I'd store them in the bathroom, but I suppose we can check the linen closet next.

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Worth a try, I suppose!

[ Hooking a finger into the end of William's sleeve, she tugs him along behind her! Considering that the apartments are a bit cookie cutter, the bathroom is easy enough to find.

While she tries to be subtle about looking around before opening up the closet, she doesn't do the best job at it. She's curious to know how he lives his personal life!! ]

[death_glare]

[ The bathroom is just as impeccably clean as the rest of his home. Most toiletries are tucked away, but sitting atop the counter is his bottle of cologne, bottle nearly empty.

While Grell's preoccupied, William tugs his hand away and moves to open the closet up. He knows the placement of all the towels and sheets, so it's easy enough to skip over those shelves as he tries to make out the rest. ]

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[ This gives Grell just enough time to pick up the bottle and take a glance at its brand - and also to take a sniff while silently swooning. If it wouldn't be entirely obvious, she might just pocket the entire thing..!

Ah, but she's left him to struggle long enough. Returning to his side, she leans in to glance over his shoulder. ]

Nothing unexpected yet, mn?

[death_glare]

Not that I can tell.

[ He slides a few baskets around, which appear to have replacements for a few products, should they run lows. But aside from that, it's contents are fairly sparse. ]

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[ Grell reaches around to shuffle through some of the contents in those baskets, just to make sure. Also, partly to see if there's anything scandalous in there. Of course, there isn't - and she sighs. ]

Shall we move on to the bedroom storage?

[death_glare]

[ Of course, William is a bit hesitant to let Grell into his bedroom. But it isn't as though he can rummage around on his own. So with a sigh, he leads her there.

The four poster bed is neatly made with deep blue comforter and pillows. On the nightstand is an old book, a folded handkerchief, likely to be used as a cushion for his current glasses while he slept, and bottle of laudanum, presumably for headaches or to be used as a sleep aid.

In the closet, countless pressed suits and dress shirts are found, along with two pairs of dress shoes. It seems any other garments must be kept in the dressers.

Unable to help much, William takes a seat on the bed. ]

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[ Grell breathes a sigh of wonder, as she follows behind William. She can't help but reach out to run a hand down one of the carved posts. ]

Now, this is welcoming. I see why you spend most of your time here.

[ Her tone is teasing, as she crosses over to the closet - it isn't until then that she takes note of the contents on his nightstand. Very briefly, her step falters when she catches the label of his tincture. ]

[death_glare]

There is nothing too unique about it. But I suppose it is comforting in it's own way.

[ It's true, his home is very devoid of decor. But, with how infrequently he's here, it makes little sense to decorate. It's saved him quite a bit of money, though. ]

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[ She hums in acknowledgement to what he says, still rather focused on the drug. It's a shame that he should need to use it, but with the high demand of their work and his tendency to repress, it does make some sense that he experiences restlessness. Even if it does have a reputation for recreational use, William doesn't seem the sort to use anything other than for its intended purpose.

It's fine. ]

It could use some artwork - and perhaps a few more candles - but it's otherwise the most inviting room of your home yet.

[ Shifting open the closet, Grell's teeth press into her bottom lip in excitement. It smells of him most, here. ]

[death_glare]

I'm certain you would say so of my bedroom, regardless of how it was designed.

[ Part of him almost wants to take some and head to sleep already. He's not quite as stressed as he was earlier in the day - Grell has somehow managed to calm him down, for once! But, the day has exhausted him, nonetheless.

For now, though, he simply watches where Grell is, hoping to hear some sort of indication of success. ]

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[ Grell chuckles. ]

Darling, a bed isn't necessary to welcome me into a room with you.

[ After pushing aside some hangers, just to be sure, she sighs in something of defeat. ]

Do you suppose they may be in a dresser? Do you have a junk drawer somewhere, perhaps?

[death_glare]

Of course not. I should have know better.

[ He shakes his head at that first comment, but gets more of a perplexed look about him at the rest. ]

A junk drawer?

[ He's far to organized for that! And if she goes poking around in his dresser drawers, all she'll find is one full of neatly paired socks, another with his rather boring underwear, and the remainder with various non-work attire - items he hardly ever gets to wear. ]

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--You're right, nevermind that.

[ She WILL help herself to those drawers, regardless. Thankfully, she doesn't touch his meticulously organized undergarments, as they're disappointingly - but expectedly - rather dull. Surprisingly, she's most interested in seeing what he wears of his own vocation, idly shifting through the garments. ]

Well, darling, it seems that luck hasn't been on your side today.

[death_glare]

I said that from the beginning.

[ Though, he was secretly hoping he was wrong. ]

Even so, I doubt they would have done much good. My eyesight has worsened each year since academy. Honestly, how you can function while peering over yours all the time is a wonder.

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[ Clising up the drawers, amusement on her breath. ]

It's about more than seeing, really. It offers you more skill in combat!

[ Approaching William, she brushes a hand along his shoulder. ]

Though, it's understandable, I suppose. You've been so focused on other matters, since the promotion.

[death_glare]

You've always bested me in the field. It is certainly your strong suit.

[ His shoulders re-tense at the touch, having relaxed ever so slightly. ]

Honestly, it is one of the main reasons I've kept you in Collections.

[untodeath]

[ She croons happily at the compliment, pivoting to plop into the bed beside him, arm rested upon that shoulder and her chin atop that. ]

For that, I am grateful. I should think that I'll never be suited for anything else.

[death_glare]

I can't even imagine what would happen if you were trapped behind a desk all day.

[ Actually, he can imagine it. Quite well. They'd probably be calling him in to take care of the matter. Goodness knows he's the only one who can control Grell. ]

[untodeath]

[ Giggling, she hums in agreement. ]

I realize I'm not the most agreeable when bored.

[ also, is he actually allowing her to hang off of him while seated upon his bed? Quite the shock! ]

[death_glare]

[ If only because she's behaving herself, and is within range for him to smack her, if need be. ]

That is quite an understatement. [ He sighs. ] I will need you to submit a sick leave form for me, tomorrow. Do you think that will be too much of a bore for you to complete?

[untodeath]

[ Grell blinks, smile slacking! He would really trust her with such a thing? Or perhaps it's that she better knows the information that it requires... ]

I cant say that I'm ever excited for paperwork, but I might be able to manage... Will they allow it?

[death_glare]

It isn't as though I can read the form to fill it out for myself. [ grumble grumble ] As long as I sign it, myself, it will be accepted. However, you will have to come by on one of your off-shift breaks to let me.

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[ With a purring sort of hum, Grell's batting her lashes at the other reaper - not that he can see it. ]

A chance to visit again, Will? How positively inconvenient for me.

[ She can't help it; she nuzzles his cheek affectionately! ]

[death_glare]

[ Ok, now she's getting a gloved hand pressed straight over her face as William shoves her back. ]

Stop.

[ William wipes at his cheek with the back of his other hand, as if it will undo her touch. ]