William T. Spears (
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Who: William T. Spears and Grell Sutcliff
When: Backdated to earlier this evening, around dinner time.
Where: Their flat
Summary: William's got his memory back, and after finding out how he regained it, he has a few things to say to Grell.
Warnings: May escalate from PGish to more of a NSFW rating, so just be forewarned!
[ It would be a severe understatement to say that William merely disapproved of the method Grell had used to revive his memory. A contract, honestly? He probably should have seen this coming. Grell was never one to think things through. Even now, with the deed done, he was trying to convince William that the trade off wasn't that bad at all...
William grumbles something to himself while he stirs up the contents of the frying pan in front of him. Despite all this contract stuff, he'd told Grell they could redo the whole dinner that was completely spoiled due to William coming home and kicking Grell out. He looks to the side where Grell is attempting to complete his half of the cooking. ]
Grell, do not fill the pot up that much. It will just boil over.
[ How this guy managed to feed himself without William there was a mystery. ]
When: Backdated to earlier this evening, around dinner time.
Where: Their flat
Summary: William's got his memory back, and after finding out how he regained it, he has a few things to say to Grell.
Warnings: May escalate from PGish to more of a NSFW rating, so just be forewarned!
[ It would be a severe understatement to say that William merely disapproved of the method Grell had used to revive his memory. A contract, honestly? He probably should have seen this coming. Grell was never one to think things through. Even now, with the deed done, he was trying to convince William that the trade off wasn't that bad at all...
William grumbles something to himself while he stirs up the contents of the frying pan in front of him. Despite all this contract stuff, he'd told Grell they could redo the whole dinner that was completely spoiled due to William coming home and kicking Grell out. He looks to the side where Grell is attempting to complete his half of the cooking. ]
Grell, do not fill the pot up that much. It will just boil over.
[ How this guy managed to feed himself without William there was a mystery. ]
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But it'll take longer to boil that way.
Mmmmmmm, I suppose we'll have to think of something to pass the time!
[ Another bounce and he has grabbed William, holding him from behind. ]
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You can set the table, if you are so bored with waiting.
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Did I say I was bored?
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[ The water begins to boil, so William takes on Grell's duty - as is usually the case! - and stirs in the pasta. ]
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[ He hops down from his perch and tries to wrest the wooden spoon away from William. ]
Let me do it, it's myyyyyyyyyy job~!
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[ He willingly hands over the spoon, though. ]
Now, turn the heat down slightly. It will continue to boil this way, but will not spill over, causing a mess.
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[ He continues stirring, but neglects to turn the heat down. ]
If you'd let me sit in your lap while I was doing it, my paperwork would have been finished to perfection every time~!
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I would not get my own paperwork done, if you were seated in my lap all day.
[ Of course, he means cause he wouldn't be able to reach his desk properly. ]
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[ His attention wanders away from the pasta and towards William once more. ]
I suppose we'd just be a big ~distraction~ to one another.
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Stop. Go sit at the table while I finish this up.
[ He fusses about, draining the pasta and adding it to the meat sauce. Once he pours the meal into a large, round serving dish, he transports it to the table and takes a seat. ]
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What a good man you are, taking such good care of your dear little Grell.
[ Grell is still bright, still bubbly. But his intuition tells him that William is preparing to go into lecture mode. Thus, even though his grin is as wide (and toothy!) as ever, under the table he's wringing his hands. ]
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The two barely manage to get a bite in before William begins. ]
I hope you understand why I am so frustrated with this entire situation.
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Ahahahaha, Frus~trated?
[ He's still speaking in his "performance voice." He sets the glass down, unsteadily. ]
I can't think why. I've done everything I can think of to ~please~ you. But if you've got any particular suggestions, sweetie, I'd love to hear them~♥
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[ He sighs heavily, taking his own wine glass in hand and mimicking Grell's sip. ]
That demonic cat obviously has some ulterior motive. It would not be making contracts if it wasn't benefiting in some way.
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So what if he does?
I'm perfectly ~happy~ with the arrangement, darling. I've got you, I've a got a new outfit, and I've got a license to kill, hn~!
[ And HUNK RADAR, though he won't go into the details... ]
So if he benefits too, then good for him!
[ He clinks his glass against William's - and downs the rest of it! ]
I have no regrets. Honestly.
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Guilt.
Thus, William continues to eat his meal, quietly. ]
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...Presently, however, he notices that William isn't saying anything. He fidgets, crossing and uncrossing his legs under the table. He really is trying to be quiet, too. ]
Is...
[ But he can't help himself! ]
Is something the matter?
Don't you like it? I think it's delicious. Any~thing you make for me is to D~I~E~ for, you know ☆
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[ He refills his wine glass, as well as Grell's, before taking another long swig from it.
The silence remains as William continues to eat and drink up his wine. He's getting a slight buzz from the alcohol, but it's not enough to settle his mind, right now. Finally, he looks up. ]
Why did you forgive me so easily?
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[ Grell's hand fumbles for his wine glass, but he doesn't drink from it. ]
W-what do you mean?
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[ He's looking Grell straight in the eye now, his tone dead-serious, as always. ]
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You didn't--
[ His words die on his lips. He's silent for a time. And then: ]
Look - you were you, but you weren't the you that I--
[ He looks down, avoiding William's gaze. ]
It made me realise - the only way, the only place that you could possibly love me was here. That if we were home, if we were anywhere else, we'd just...
I had to make the best of things while I could, you know?
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[ Vague as ever!
He takes another long sip, closing his eyes and breathing out slowly. There's actually more than just guilt lingering on his mind. Something else, that he has just as little experience with. Nervousness. ]
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What're you saying?
That you shouldn't love me at all?
[ He stands up, knocking his chair backwards. ]
After everything! YOU BRUTE!
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That is not what I said.
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No?
Then what were you saying?
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