non-machine washable // happy birthday elesa
-- Grey swoops in through the window once more; thankfully, someone has left it open. No glass cuts needed this time around, though Grey does manage to pirouette off of a table and toss a pair of glasses up into the air.
He catches them with his face and settles them on his nose, of course (what kind of secretarial officer to Her Majesty would he be if he couldn't do something as simple as that?) and makes his way over to the birthday girl herself.
That's when he unceremoniously shoves an electric-pink, glittery parcel, soft and squidgy, into Elesa's arms, placing his now-free hands on his hips.
"It would've been soooo much cheaper if you just dry-cleaned the damn thing!"
True to his word, inside the parcel are three gorgeously ornate and highly fashionable dresses; one of which being an identical replica of the low-backed one Elesa had been wearing when Grey had shot her in paintball.
"Happy birthday, Elesa. Here's to many more years of bitching together about students! You're now officially oooooooold!"
