Moving Day

[ochitashinigami]

Who: Eric Slingby, Grell Sutcliff, and William T. Spears
When: Back dated to the evening of the 23rd
Where: William/Grell's apartment to Tower Apartments
Summary: Eric is moving back into Tower Apartments, per his new job as a greeter and their re-opening.


"At least I'll have my own apartment again." Eric muttered to himself.

He hadn't acquired much. The clothes he was wearing when he arrived were ruined. All he has are some toiletries and some changes of clothes he got from the greeter who found him the first time.

He throws them into a red cloth bag he found near Grell's room, and looks around their apartment for anything they left.

"So, um..." he calls. "If I leave anything let me know and I'll come pick it up." He makes a note to himself to get some laundry detergent and some disinfectant. anything left in Grell's possession unattended would surely need to be taken care of.

He shivered a little and swung the bag up to his shoulder.

Comments

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

You cannot expect her to play favorites to us merely because we work for her. Though rare, we are still susceptible to death ourselves. I highly doubt it is anything personal, it is merely her purpose.

[ochitashinigami]

We don't WORK for her. We are HER'S. And, she fails us.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

I do not see how she is failing us. Without her, we would not exist as reapers to begin with.

[ochitashinigami]

Yes, exactly. Without her we would not exist. Yet, she is happy to let us fall. And if you don't see how, then you have a little loyalty to your own as she does.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Sigh. ]

If this is about Alan Humphries, then we do not need to have this conversation.

[ He gets up from the couch, hoping to occupy himself with something in the kitchen. He's not in the mood to have a full on argument on the topic. ]

[ochitashinigami]

Alan is...

It... it would be the same if it were any of us. None of us deserve to be left to die.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Unfortunately we do not get special privileges simply for handling death on a daily basis. This is especially true here, in this city. We are practically mortals here, so I suggest you get used to the idea that death could be around the corner for any one of us.

[ It has already happened to Grell, he was literally ripped to shreds by...William's not even sure what. And apparently William died once before, as well. Though he remembers nothing of it. ]

[ochitashinigami]

I know that. We all know that. That isn't the point...

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Then what is the point?

[ochitashinigami]

The point is, she fails us. Getting reaped by another shinigami or taken by a demon is one thing... Thorns are another thing entirely.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

I am not having this conversation. This is precisely why emotions and work should not be allowed to coexist. Honestly.

[ochitashinigami]

Speaks Sutcliff's wife.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Our relationship has nothing to do with work. Nor will it ever. If we were back in London, there would be no relationship to begin with. Things would remain as they were.

[ochitashinigami]

I'm glad I'm not in the apartment when he hears that.

[deathknellgrell]

[ Too late! Grell has actually picked that moment to emerge from the bedroom (hey, getting fabulous takes time!). He is standing there, transfixed and open-mouthed, staring at William. ]

[ochitashinigami]

[makes popcorn]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Still grumping, he doesn't notice Grell has entered the room! ]

Whether he likes it or not, he knows very well that my job consumes far too much of my time to even consider what we have going on here.

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell throws back his head and emits an awful, ear-splitting WAIL! ]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

[ochitashinigami]

[Turns down the com speaker.]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William winces slightly and turns to frown back at Grell. ]

What are you yelling for?

[ Cruel and oblivious. ]

[deathknellgrell]

B-because of what you--

[ Eric's sniggering distracts Grell; he glances over. ]

YOU!

[ He's a distraction-- ]

You put him up to it, it's your fault he said that!

[ --and a welcome scapegoat. Grell rushes Eric, fists swinging! ]

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric ducks neatly, but still manages to catch a glancing blow at his temple.]

Ah! Ow! Hey! Not my fault you scarlet idiot!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Stop.

[ William grabs hold of Grell's hair, yanking him backwards. ]

Calm down. Honestly, what is wrong with you?

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell had been going back for round two when --YANK!

He paws the air, still scratching at Eric - who is fortunately out of reach! ]

GAAAAAAAAAH!

What IS wrong with me?

You just said you'd choose your work. Over ME!

[ochitashinigami]

...

In what way are you surprised by this?

[He sees the scratching, but William has the deranged redhead under control, so he's nonplussed.]