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Who: Grell
Where: Plaza
When: Evening
Style: Action or Prose (I'm starting prose, but doesn't matter)
Status: Open
Warnings: Flirtatious Grell? Not sure what what else at this point. May change later...

Grell was lazing around a little as she knelt down by one of the flowers that was poking out of the sidewalk. She gently plucked it from the ground and placed it behind her ear. A genuine smile seemed to tug at her lips as she walked along. She'd seen plenty of them around originally thinking that they were alright, but as she continued to walk past them, she was more and more drawn to them.

The reaper had finally picked one of the flowers now... And she got the urge to pick another. Then another. Then ten more.

But as she picked, she also seemed to smile more. And it seemed as though it were a true smile - not one of lust or a mask to hide her insecurities. But and honest to goodness real smile.

"Well goodness me," she spoke, gazing at one of the flowers in her hand, "What marvelous settings to settings to this beautiful stage!"

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"Why should he hold a grudge against you, if he is your superior?" He shrugs. "Is he like that only with you, then? " Gently, he gives her shoulder a small squeeze.

Tatsumi blinks at her. "Decorating? Well that certainly isn't a task I enjoy. But in fact, I'm rather fond of the plainess. I did notice your home is quite... Red..."

"To be honest, I'm not quite sure what his problem is. Perhaps something from when we first started," Grell sighed, "or maybe it's our different methods of working. I'm not quite sure to be honest."

"Oh darling. My house is red because I absolutely adore the color," she tells him enthusiastically, "It's the color of love, passion, anger, roses, and the blood that runs through near everyone's veins." She drapes some hair over her shoulder, causing the flower to be held more firmly into her hair.

"Well, I guess we all have different methods of working. I hope things will go better when you go back home." He smiles gently at her.

He nods. "Red is a very symbolic color, but it's a bit too much for me. I prefer more sober tones."

"Exactly!" she exclaims, hugging him exuberantly, "William doesn't understand that I have my own way of doing things. Sometimes it's off normal... Well, most of the time it's not quite normal for us, but at least I still get the job done!"

He is a bit confused, but hugs her back anyway. "Maybe your superior should be a bit more understanding with you. As long as you get the job done... Unless you happen to get in trouble more than often." He raises an eyebrow at her.

She pouts slightly. "I only got in trouble that once. I hardly ever get in trouble. The only reason why he's upset with me is because I sometimes like the company of a demon."

Well that was unexpected... "Oh? A demon? Well, I can see why he would be upset. Don't demons interfere with your job?" Last time he met a demon it caused him quite a lot of trouble. Not to mention it cost the division a lot.

"He causes us no problems. He has a contract with that brat of his. He has not taken any souls that he has not laid claim to," she told him before sighing. "My beloved Sebas-chan has been a well behaved demon. Will doesn't like it when I or any of us have to encounter him on a pick up. I just happen to run into him most."

Her eyes seem to happily glisten a little at the names of both, but they are also saddened.

"Oh, so he's a decent demon then?" He doubts that one exists. "Is that the one who finds you an annoyance? You should be careful around him, demons can be very subtle. But by any chance, could he be the butler of the Phantomhive boy?" After all, Ciel has that bratty attitude.

"One of very few who keeps to his contract," Grell answers, "Or at least he has for the moment. He claims the boy has a soul that is rare."

She seems to grump a little at the name. "Yes. Sebas-chan is that brat's butler. Does whatever that boy commands in exchange for his soul."

"He might keep to his contract, but we're talking about a boy's soul he's trying to claim. Isn't that enough to make him a despicable being?" He thought Ciel wasn't a very normal boy for his age, now he can see why, if he has demonic influence.

He sighs. "Well, at least he isn't feasting all over London."

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OOC: Sorry for the long way, I was out of town for almost a week

Don't worry about it hun! ^_^

XD Thanks!

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