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Be fruitful and multiply...
Who: Grell Sutcliff and Madam Red
When: The afternoon of February 24th
Where: At the ersatz Eric Slingsby's photographic studio
Summary: Pursuant to this conversation, Grell has a modest proposal for his little angel...
Warnings: Butt wombs. Turkey basters. My deepest apologies.
[ It's been entirely too long since Grell has seen Angelina Durless. It's his own fault; he tends to lose track of people. Being exceedingly long-lived can skew one's perceptions. But a little discussion he's recently had with Norio has brought Madam Red - and her particular problem - to the top of his mind.
Thus he has arranged for them to meet. He's given Madam Red the address of his studio; and no other information. ]
Hmmmm, hmmmmm~.
[ He hums tunelessly to himself, idly leafing through his portfolio. ]
When: The afternoon of February 24th
Where: At the ersatz Eric Slingsby's photographic studio
Summary: Pursuant to this conversation, Grell has a modest proposal for his little angel...
Warnings: Butt wombs. Turkey basters. My deepest apologies.
[ It's been entirely too long since Grell has seen Angelina Durless. It's his own fault; he tends to lose track of people. Being exceedingly long-lived can skew one's perceptions. But a little discussion he's recently had with Norio has brought Madam Red - and her particular problem - to the top of his mind.
Thus he has arranged for them to meet. He's given Madam Red the address of his studio; and no other information. ]
Hmmmm, hmmmmm~.
[ He hums tunelessly to himself, idly leafing through his portfolio. ]
no subject
[ Aaaaaaaaaaand Madam Red is pulling him close, gazing up into his eyes, veritably smouldering at him! He licks his lips. ]
Of... of course I've missed you.
But you were always a bad influence on me. Led me astray, you know?
[ His hands travel down her back, to her corseted waist; his long fingers are almost able to span its circumference. ]
And I really am trying to be good.
no subject
[ Her gloved hands move along the collar to touch the back of his neck, leaning against him. ]
I can't find it in me to believe that you'd ever forgo that which impassioned you. Being good doesn't suit you.
no subject
He blushes, involuntarily. ]
It didn't suit. Not then.
[ Her lips, her body... It would be easy, so easy... ]
But...
A lady must keep up with fashion, and try on new looks.
[ With obvious reluctance, he steps back, away from her. ]
I'm a good little Grell now.
[ For his own bizarre definition of "good," anyway! ]
no subject
A disguise, you mean? Yes, you had a very convincing one then, too - perhaps you have a different look, but you'll always have the same soul.
[ Stepping aside, she leans to pluck her handbag from the floor beside Grell's seat. ]
Well, in any case, I suppose that's a definite answer to your offer, then. You really ought to think those things through before you go ask and make a big deal of them, really.
no subject
Hunh~?
Oh, no! I did think things through, actually. Look here!
[ From the breast pocket of his jacket he pulls an enormous turkey baster. (It's entirely too enormous to fit in his jacket, but producing ridiculously large things out of thin air is rather Grell's specialty!) ]
no subject
You... [ Ann had been in the process of retrieving her sunglasses. This is temporarily dismissed to give him a good smack against the head.
Only then does she don the shades. ]
I think we're done here.
no subject
[ Grell recoils, holding the side of his head. The turkey baster flies out of his hand. A viscous substance leaks out of the tip. ]
So that's a no, then?
scream
What do you think?!
[ She huffs, shoulders tense, and twists 'round to head for the exit. ]
Good-bye, Grell!
no subject
[ Grell crosses his arms, staring after her glumly. All his hopes, all his plans - bad plans, admittedly - are simultaneously going out the door.... ]
Bye, then.
[ ...and leaking out onto the floor. ]