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

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell sobs, piercingly, at William's cold words - and then, an instant later, his expression changes. ] 

Hn~!

[ His eyes are wild, he looks positively unhinged. ] 

How right you are, darling~!  How could I have believed in happy ever after for us.  How crass, how cliche.  

[ His voice is low, almost purring. He hops down from the windowsill, slinking towards William. He draws his fingers through a lock of his long, red hair, flicking it over his shoulder. ] 

You're the embodiment of DEATH'S infinite coldness.  I'm its fire. How could our love story end,   except in destruction?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William's expression, on the other hand, does not change in the slightest. His cold eyes drill into Grell's wild ones. ]

Hmph.

[ The only thing he gives Grell is a huff before turning back to face Eric and ignoring Grell entirely. ]

Do you need assistance carrying anything to the starter apartments?

[ochitashinigami]

Uh no... I... uh... got it...

[deathknellgrell]

[ William's icy gaze - it stops Grell DEAD in his tracks for an instant. ]

Aaah-aaaaaah!

[ But only an instant. ]

You'd turn your back on me! GAAAAAAAAH!

My spirit, raging for revenge,
With Ate by my side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a goddess' voice
Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of waaaaaaaaaaaaaar!

[ If Grell weren't quite so beside himself with madness, misery, and rage, he'd have unleashed his chainsaw by now. At present, however, he's just a red-hot ball of fury, thus he simply launches himself at William! ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ As if William didn't foresee that coming! In the blink of an eye, William's whipped out his NV (that happens to be in the shape of his binder) and sidesteps, holding it up beside him. It acts as a brick wall that Grell's face conveniently meets!

He addresses Eric, once more, continuing to ignore Grell's ranting and raging. ]

Alright then. I hope this new job works out for you.

Both of you are tagging neither on AIM, and this has been happening frequently. Is it just me?

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric flinches as Grell's face connects with the NV.]

Ah! Uh... thank you... is everything... ok?

[deathknellgrell]

[ THUNK! Grell's down, but he's definitely not out! Still twitching with rage, he scrambles to his feet and attacks again, this time targeting William's midsection! ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William stumbles forward slightly, but immediately starts pushing Grell off of him. This was getting ridiculous. ]

Get off.