Grell by HyperBouwerns
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Grell by HyperBouwerns
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Grell by mokomar
"Trick or Treat!" says a toothy grinned Grell, dressed as a fortune teller. His red crystal ball reflecting the glow from the porch lights hanging high.
âOoh fancy!â Grell grinned, âWhat a lovely costume you have!â
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Grell accepts the treat and moves onto the next house. (thank you)
⣠(grellsbudoir)
⣠bringing them food
Eric didnât even know Grell had the capability of cooking but at least the plate in front of him did looked to be store bought so it was safe to eat. He may have missed lunch because of the back up of paperwork so it was a nice gestureâŠÂ âWhaâ do ye want?â He raised a brow up at him, food sitting untouched in front of him.
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Eric narrowed his eyes. âYer only sayinâ thaâ âcause I never cook fer ye.â He took pride in his kitchen and cooking. One didnât live alone for decades and not pick up on the skill unless they were truly terrible at it. He picked up the fork and ate slowly; it was decent enough to hold him over until dinner. âI still say ye want somethinâ from me. Canâjhe see my desk is already full oâ paperwork?â
âWell..hmmâŠI suppose that is true. You have never cooked for me,â The redhead replied tapping his finger to his temple. âCome to think of it, I just assumed you couldnât cook at all. As for wanting something.â Grell giggled and waved his hand around dismissively. âIt isnât muchâŠreally.â
⣠(grellsbudoir)
⣠bringing them food
Eric didnât even know Grell had the capability of cooking but at least the plate in front of him did looked to be store bought so it was safe to eat. He may have missed lunch because of the back up of paperwork so it was a nice gestureâŠÂ âWhaâ do ye want?â He raised a brow up at him, food sitting untouched in front of him.
âWhatever makes you think I want something, Eric? Canât a lady treat a friend to a healthy lunch? Heaven knows you canât cook a decent meal to save your soul, so I thought I would be a dear and help you out,â the redhead replied, taking a seat on the edge of the blondâs desk. âNow eat up darling, wouldnât want me to have gone to all the trouble for nothing, would we?âÂ
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A grunt of acknowledgement was Williamâs only initial response to Grell returning to his office. His brows were furrowed, and he did not look up from the report on the desk before him.
His eyes moved rapidly, scanning the details of the report, before looking to scan along an open book beside it, double checking certain details. What ever he was reading caused an even more angered expression to form, and he downed the remains of the whiskey in his glass in one gulp, then resumed reading.
After an uncomfortable amount of silence passed, since surely Grell would have been expecting more of a response, or even a âthank youâ for having just fetched dinner, when William finally said something; though it wasnât directed at the redhead perse. It was merely him venting his frustrations.
âHow in the hell did they think this would go unnoticed?! Â In a week 4 new graduates have managed to reap 12 wrong souls! Â All have similar names, with different spelling, and entirely different dates of birth and life details!â He clenched his teeth, then exhaled in a huff. Looking up at Grell. âSo now I have 12 souls on my hands that should not be here, and 12 people walking around who should have died! Because these were not simply cases where the souls were to be reaped when the person naturally passed, these were cases that the humans were scheduled to die, and the reapers were supposed to give that final nudge and end them!â
He pulled of his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose while his eyes squeezed shut. âAnd I have a bloody business meeting in the morning with The Board, at which I have to explain just why I am a competent Library supervisor, even though my subordinates apparently donât know their heads from a hole in the ground!â
Sighing, Grell let his shoulders slump and his smile fade. He wasnât sure how to handle the situation. In all the years he had worked for Dispatch he had never been around to witness the frustrations William endured. It was a known fact that he was often time left to resolve the many mistakes of the new recruits as well as the seasoned reapers of his department, but surely it was not always this big of a mess to clean and sort...was it?.Â
Remarkably William had always remained calm and well put together in his presence. To see him so malcontended and exasperated, Grell began to wonder if there was indeed anything he could do to help. Inside it pained him to see William so distraught.Â
âYouâve been drinking,â he pointed out noticing the open decanter on the brunetâs desk. âDarling, while I enjoy a good kick of alcohol when I am down, now isnât the time to get lost in your cups. Come,â he instructed as he set the bag of food down and carefully unrolled the blanket he was carrying. âYou need to eat. We can discuss strategy while we feast.âÂ