Ask Grell

[proud-pigeon-papa]

@gotogrell come to my office.

[gotogrell]

For a private meeting? Oh, how scandalous, darling.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

I am NOT going to draw you.

[gotogrell]

Who has time for drawing when we have more adult matters to...discuss? Yes, a long, slow discussion.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Over your write up? Very well.

[gotogrell]

Over. Under. Doesn't matter to me, darling.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Two write ups then? Very well...

[gotogrell]

Whatever would you write me up for? You don't need such pretenses if you desire to see me so badly.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Harassment.

[gotogrell]

Who did I harass?

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Don't be a moron.

[gotogrell]

I love when you're cold.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

My office is set at a reasonable temperature.

[gotogrell]

But your heart is made of ice, my cold prince.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

@gotogrell come to my office.

[gotogrell]

For a private meeting? Oh, how scandalous, darling.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

I am NOT going to draw you.

[gotogrell]

Who has time for drawing when we have more adult matters to...discuss? Yes, a long, slow discussion.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Over your write up? Very well.

[gotogrell]

Over. Under. Doesn't matter to me, darling.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Two write ups then? Very well...

[gotogrell]

Whatever would you write me up for? You don't need such pretenses if you desire to see me so badly.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Harassment.

[gotogrell]

Who did I harass?

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Don't be a moron.

[gotogrell]

I love when you're cold.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

@gotogrell come to my office.

[gotogrell]

For a private meeting? Oh, how scandalous, darling.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

I am NOT going to draw you.

[gotogrell]

Who has time for drawing when we have more adult matters to...discuss? Yes, a long, slow discussion.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Over your write up? Very well.

[gotogrell]

Over. Under. Doesn't matter to me, darling.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Two write ups then? Very well...

[gotogrell]

Whatever would you write me up for? You don't need such pretenses if you desire to see me so badly.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Harassment.

[gotogrell]

Who did I harass?

[proud-pigeon-papa]

@gotogrell come to my office.

[gotogrell]

For a private meeting? Oh, how scandalous, darling.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

I am NOT going to draw you.

[gotogrell]

Who has time for drawing when we have more adult matters to...discuss? Yes, a long, slow discussion.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Over your write up? Very well.

[gotogrell]

Over. Under. Doesn't matter to me, darling.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Two write ups then? Very well...

[gotogrell]

Whatever would you write me up for? You don't need such pretenses if you desire to see me so badly.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

@gotogrell come to my office.

[gotogrell]

For a private meeting? Oh, how scandalous, darling.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

I am NOT going to draw you.

[gotogrell]

Who has time for drawing when we have more adult matters to...discuss? Yes, a long, slow discussion.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Over your write up? Very well.

[gotogrell]

Over. Under. Doesn't matter to me, darling.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

@gotogrell come to my office.

[gotogrell]

For a private meeting? Oh, how scandalous, darling.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

I am NOT going to draw you.

[gotogrell]

Who has time for drawing when we have more adult matters to...discuss? Yes, a long, slow discussion.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

@gotogrell come to my office.

[gotogrell]

For a private meeting? Oh, how scandalous, darling.

[pigeonaday]

Pigeon 1445

[gotogrell]

Darling, paint me like one of your pigeons.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

What? No.

[gotogrell]

I can wear that feather boa you like.

[pigeonaday]

Pigeon 1445

[gotogrell]

Darling, paint me like one of your pigeons.

[indigoipsum]

Grelle when the most tired, uninterested man ever shows up

[gotogrell]

What's the point in pursuing a man if he isn't a challenge?

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Have you ever considered the man just isn't interested?

[gotogrell]

Oh, darling. Methinks you doth protest too much.

[indigoipsum]

Grelle when the most tired, uninterested man ever shows up

[gotogrell]

What's the point in pursuing a man if he isn't a challenge?

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Icy Hot

@gotogrell

William woke as the ship he was on lurched and rocked heavily. “Sutcliff, wake up!” he shouted as he pulled his clothes on over his pajamas.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“What do you mean?” William asked in reply.

[gotogrell]

“Why did you take hold of my hand?” Grell clarified, “Is something wrong?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I can’t hold your hand?” he replied, withdrawing his hand.

[gotogrell]

“Of course I like you to hold my hand,” Grell said, “I just wasn’t expecting it. I thought maybe you were trying to stop me from taking another bite or something.” She reached out and put her fingers on top of his. “Hold my hand anytime you want.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I felt the urge to do it and thought it was something you would like. I didn’t expect you to freak out me.”

[gotogrell]

“Darling, you must admit that that random romantic gestures aren’t something you’re known for,” she replied, “but I do like seeing that side of you. I can’t wait to see what else you might do - spontaneously”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

William adjusted his glasses. “Honestly. Let’s hurry up so we can head home.”

[gotogrell]

Grell smiled and ate her breakfast happily. “You know, you still owe me that date when we get home. Where do you think we should go?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I’ll figure that out when the time comes,” he answered, finishing his plate.

[gotogrell]

Putting her plate side, Grell got up to get dressed. She didn’t have much to chose from since her luggage was still at the bottom of the ocean, but she was confident she could make herself look presentable. “This has been quite the adventure,” she said.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“You could say that. Why don’t you wear my shirt?” he asked, somewhat teasing.

[gotogrell]

Grell laughed. “I thought you wanted to keep our relationship a secret,” she said, “Everyone will know you bought that for me.” Walking over, she kissed him gently. “Why do I wear it when we’re alone. Wear that…and nothing else.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“It doesn’t have to be a secret, just don’t go telling everyone about it and sharing our intimate details. Especially the most intimate ones.”

[gotogrell]

She laid her head on his shoulder. “So you’re not embarrassed of me?” she asked.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I am, but just don’t bring me further embarrassment. No more murder sprees.”

[gotogrell]

“Oh that’s all behind me darling,” Grell said, waving her hand, “Do you think we could walk into Dispatch hand in hand.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

William looked uneasy. “It may be seen as conflict of interest or something. I’ll think about it.”

[gotogrell]

“Anyone who thinks you would treat me differently in the office is a fool,” she said, “Are you ready to go?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I am waiting for you,” he replied, holding what little luggage they had.

[gotogrell]

“I’m ready,” she sang out as she took William’s arm. “Let’s head home.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Icy Hot

@gotogrell

William woke as the ship he was on lurched and rocked heavily. “Sutcliff, wake up!” he shouted as he pulled his clothes on over his pajamas.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“What do you mean?” William asked in reply.

[gotogrell]

“Why did you take hold of my hand?” Grell clarified, “Is something wrong?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I can’t hold your hand?” he replied, withdrawing his hand.

[gotogrell]

“Of course I like you to hold my hand,” Grell said, “I just wasn’t expecting it. I thought maybe you were trying to stop me from taking another bite or something.” She reached out and put her fingers on top of his. “Hold my hand anytime you want.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I felt the urge to do it and thought it was something you would like. I didn’t expect you to freak out me.”

[gotogrell]

“Darling, you must admit that that random romantic gestures aren’t something you’re known for,” she replied, “but I do like seeing that side of you. I can’t wait to see what else you might do - spontaneously”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

William adjusted his glasses. “Honestly. Let’s hurry up so we can head home.”

[gotogrell]

Grell smiled and ate her breakfast happily. “You know, you still owe me that date when we get home. Where do you think we should go?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I’ll figure that out when the time comes,” he answered, finishing his plate.

[gotogrell]

Putting her plate side, Grell got up to get dressed. She didn’t have much to chose from since her luggage was still at the bottom of the ocean, but she was confident she could make herself look presentable. “This has been quite the adventure,” she said.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“You could say that. Why don’t you wear my shirt?” he asked, somewhat teasing.

[gotogrell]

Grell laughed. “I thought you wanted to keep our relationship a secret,” she said, “Everyone will know you bought that for me.” Walking over, she kissed him gently. “Why do I wear it when we’re alone. Wear that…and nothing else.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“It doesn’t have to be a secret, just don’t go telling everyone about it and sharing our intimate details. Especially the most intimate ones.”

[gotogrell]

She laid her head on his shoulder. “So you’re not embarrassed of me?” she asked.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I am, but just don’t bring me further embarrassment. No more murder sprees.”

[gotogrell]

“Oh that’s all behind me darling,” Grell said, waving her hand, “Do you think we could walk into Dispatch hand in hand.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

William looked uneasy. “It may be seen as conflict of interest or something. I’ll think about it.”

[gotogrell]

“Anyone who thinks you would treat me differently in the office is a fool,” she said, “Are you ready to go?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Icy Hot

@gotogrell

William woke as the ship he was on lurched and rocked heavily. “Sutcliff, wake up!” he shouted as he pulled his clothes on over his pajamas.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“What do you mean?” William asked in reply.

[gotogrell]

“Why did you take hold of my hand?” Grell clarified, “Is something wrong?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I can’t hold your hand?” he replied, withdrawing his hand.

[gotogrell]

“Of course I like you to hold my hand,” Grell said, “I just wasn’t expecting it. I thought maybe you were trying to stop me from taking another bite or something.” She reached out and put her fingers on top of his. “Hold my hand anytime you want.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I felt the urge to do it and thought it was something you would like. I didn’t expect you to freak out me.”

[gotogrell]

“Darling, you must admit that that random romantic gestures aren’t something you’re known for,” she replied, “but I do like seeing that side of you. I can’t wait to see what else you might do - spontaneously”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

William adjusted his glasses. “Honestly. Let’s hurry up so we can head home.”

[gotogrell]

Grell smiled and ate her breakfast happily. “You know, you still owe me that date when we get home. Where do you think we should go?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I’ll figure that out when the time comes,” he answered, finishing his plate.

[gotogrell]

Putting her plate side, Grell got up to get dressed. She didn’t have much to chose from since her luggage was still at the bottom of the ocean, but she was confident she could make herself look presentable. “This has been quite the adventure,” she said.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“You could say that. Why don’t you wear my shirt?” he asked, somewhat teasing.

[gotogrell]

Grell laughed. “I thought you wanted to keep our relationship a secret,” she said, “Everyone will know you bought that for me.” Walking over, she kissed him gently. “Why do I wear it when we’re alone. Wear that…and nothing else.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“It doesn’t have to be a secret, just don’t go telling everyone about it and sharing our intimate details. Especially the most intimate ones.”

[gotogrell]

She laid her head on his shoulder. “So you’re not embarrassed of me?” she asked.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I am, but just don’t bring me further embarrassment. No more murder sprees.”

[gotogrell]

“Oh that’s all behind me darling,” Grell said, waving her hand, “Do you think we could walk into Dispatch hand in hand.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Icy Hot

@gotogrell

William woke as the ship he was on lurched and rocked heavily. “Sutcliff, wake up!” he shouted as he pulled his clothes on over his pajamas.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“What do you mean?” William asked in reply.

[gotogrell]

“Why did you take hold of my hand?” Grell clarified, “Is something wrong?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I can’t hold your hand?” he replied, withdrawing his hand.

[gotogrell]

“Of course I like you to hold my hand,” Grell said, “I just wasn’t expecting it. I thought maybe you were trying to stop me from taking another bite or something.” She reached out and put her fingers on top of his. “Hold my hand anytime you want.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I felt the urge to do it and thought it was something you would like. I didn’t expect you to freak out me.”

[gotogrell]

“Darling, you must admit that that random romantic gestures aren’t something you’re known for,” she replied, “but I do like seeing that side of you. I can’t wait to see what else you might do - spontaneously”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

William adjusted his glasses. “Honestly. Let’s hurry up so we can head home.”

[gotogrell]

Grell smiled and ate her breakfast happily. “You know, you still owe me that date when we get home. Where do you think we should go?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I’ll figure that out when the time comes,” he answered, finishing his plate.

[gotogrell]

Putting her plate side, Grell got up to get dressed. She didn’t have much to chose from since her luggage was still at the bottom of the ocean, but she was confident she could make herself look presentable. “This has been quite the adventure,” she said.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“You could say that. Why don’t you wear my shirt?” he asked, somewhat teasing.

[gotogrell]

Grell laughed. “I thought you wanted to keep our relationship a secret,” she said, “Everyone will know you bought that for me.” Walking over, she kissed him gently. “Why do I wear it when we’re alone. Wear that…and nothing else.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“It doesn’t have to be a secret, just don’t go telling everyone about it and sharing our intimate details. Especially the most intimate ones.”

[gotogrell]

She laid her head on his shoulder. “So you’re not embarrassed of me?” she asked.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Icy Hot

@gotogrell

William woke as the ship he was on lurched and rocked heavily. “Sutcliff, wake up!” he shouted as he pulled his clothes on over his pajamas.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“What do you mean?” William asked in reply.

[gotogrell]

“Why did you take hold of my hand?” Grell clarified, “Is something wrong?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I can’t hold your hand?” he replied, withdrawing his hand.

[gotogrell]

“Of course I like you to hold my hand,” Grell said, “I just wasn’t expecting it. I thought maybe you were trying to stop me from taking another bite or something.” She reached out and put her fingers on top of his. “Hold my hand anytime you want.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I felt the urge to do it and thought it was something you would like. I didn’t expect you to freak out me.”

[gotogrell]

“Darling, you must admit that that random romantic gestures aren’t something you’re known for,” she replied, “but I do like seeing that side of you. I can’t wait to see what else you might do - spontaneously”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

William adjusted his glasses. “Honestly. Let’s hurry up so we can head home.”

[gotogrell]

Grell smiled and ate her breakfast happily. “You know, you still owe me that date when we get home. Where do you think we should go?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I’ll figure that out when the time comes,” he answered, finishing his plate.

[gotogrell]

Putting her plate side, Grell got up to get dressed. She didn’t have much to chose from since her luggage was still at the bottom of the ocean, but she was confident she could make herself look presentable. “This has been quite the adventure,” she said.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“You could say that. Why don’t you wear my shirt?” he asked, somewhat teasing.

[gotogrell]

Grell laughed. “I thought you wanted to keep our relationship a secret,” she said, “Everyone will know you bought that for me.” Walking over, she kissed him gently. “Why do I wear it when we’re alone. Wear that...and nothing else.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

Icy Hot

@gotogrell

William woke as the ship he was on lurched and rocked heavily. “Sutcliff, wake up!” he shouted as he pulled his clothes on over his pajamas.

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“What do you mean?” William asked in reply.

[gotogrell]

“Why did you take hold of my hand?” Grell clarified, “Is something wrong?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I can’t hold your hand?” he replied, withdrawing his hand.

[gotogrell]

“Of course I like you to hold my hand,” Grell said, “I just wasn’t expecting it. I thought maybe you were trying to stop me from taking another bite or something.” She reached out and put her fingers on top of his. “Hold my hand anytime you want.”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I felt the urge to do it and thought it was something you would like. I didn’t expect you to freak out me.”

[gotogrell]

“Darling, you must admit that that random romantic gestures aren’t something you’re known for,” she replied, “but I do like seeing that side of you. I can’t wait to see what else you might do - spontaneously”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

William adjusted his glasses. “Honestly. Let’s hurry up so we can head home.”

[gotogrell]

Grell smiled and ate her breakfast happily. “You know, you still owe me that date when we get home. Where do you think we should go?”

[proud-pigeon-papa]

“I’ll figure that out when the time comes,” he answered, finishing his plate.

[gotogrell]

Putting her plate side, Grell got up to get dressed. She didn’t have much to chose from since her luggage was still at the bottom of the ocean, but she was confident she could make herself look presentable. “This has been quite the adventure,” she said.