vatheon | oo5. // Indecision

Who: Grell and Ronald
When: 3/10 - mid-morning
Where: Grell's place?
Style: Whatever works~
Status: Ajar? Closed to Ronnie and Grell but Madam Red can pop in if she wants to.

[ Truth be told, he's been a little distraught the past few weeks. His job at the bar was definitely helping him get his mind off things but that little chat he had with that poor anonymous sod on the network just brought his little problem back up to the surface. Truth be told, Ronald didn't really know where to turn at the moment. Talking to Mister Spears didn't help any. After all, he didn't seem to have a lick of experience when it came to this sort of thing. He had been used to getting accepted, to dumping and only on occasion being dumped but this was something absolutely different.

So on to the one reaper he knew he could go to who at least seemed to know what she was talking about.

It was then that Ronald found himself at Grell's domicile. There's a sharp breath in as he frowned slightly. ]

Here's to nothing.

[ And knocking on the door now. ]

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[Grell hadn't much planned for that day besides job hunting. So she's still in a sleeping gown, hair in a loos ponytail and feet bare as she sits in the dining area. There's a knock on the door, which is unexpected. She puts down her newspaper and heads to the door, peering through the peephole and discovering Ronald on the other side. Of course she opens it quickly.]

Ronnie? I didn't expect you to ring this early. [Especially since neither of them had to get to work early.] Did you need something?

[ There's a slight ruffle of his own hair as he stands there with a small sheepish bit of a grin. ]

Ye... eah. See, I feel I'm about to do something crazy drastic and I was hoping you could either talk me out of it or tell me it's a ruddy good idea.

Well, you can't possibly explain there! Come in~! [Grell steps aside, smiling to him.] Now, what could me favorite protege need, hmm~?

Much obliged.

[ And stepping in after her though it kind of feels like walking into a lion's den... ]

I've gotten a bit of trouble, y'see. Been thinking this through for quite a while now... but there's time for that.

How're you settling in?

[She closes the door behind him softly before looping an arm around his and forcibly escorting him towards the living area. Further into the lion's den he goes!]

You're so very sweet, Ronnie, for inquiring! I'm settling in well enough, but I'd like to find work. I have interests to maintain!

Interests, eh?

[ Allowing himself to be swept into the jaws of the gaping beast. ]

Y'know... I could prolly ask Mister Kusanagi about it if you want to try your hand at bartending. It's a bit of a stretch but a good use of time. Could always use a few good hands.

[ Pausing to think. ]

I've also got it on good authority there's a maid cafe in town that's hiring...

Oh, would you, Ronnie?! Idle hands make for trouble, you know. And I bet WIlliam would love for me to be preoccupied! [Grell giggles and shows him to a couch.] Besides, I'm becoming bored to DEATH with all this free time! I'll need to know where this cafe is.

However...what is a maid cafe?

[ And he's more than happy to plop himself down on the couch with a shrug. ]

Dunno really but apparently, it's like a normal cafe 'sept the waitresses are dressed up like maids. Something about theme dining or summat.

[ There's a grin though. ]

I'll tell Mister Kusanagi then that you might be interested. As for the cafe, some bloke called Mephisto's running it.

[Grell sits a couch cushion away from Ronald, tucking her legs underneath her while keeping them to the side. She leans on the back of the pillows casually.]

What an odd theme. If only there were butlers... [she giggles softly]

Mephisto? He sounds mysterious~! [A pause] Is he cute?

I'd wager the host club's prolly got that twist covered though.

[ There's a pause and an odd sort of look on his face. ]

...Well... that prolly depends on your definition then. [ A pause because if Grell has a thing for demons... ] He's a bit of an odd sort but I suppose he could turn a few heads...

...I didn't see any there last I went. [DISAPPOINTING]

I'll just have to see this fellow with mine own eyes. Now, what brings you here, Ronnie?

They've a bit of a theme going on. Guess it changes every now and then.

[ But there's a sigh as he decides it best they get down to business. ]

Told you, didn't I? I might be doing something drastic. [ And clearing his throat a bit. ]

There's... a lad I've gotten a bit close to. Or rather... was close to. He went home and when he came back, he didn't remember a thing about the last time he was around.

I've half a mind to see if I can get him to remember.

...Really? [Grell leans in close, hands clasped under her chin in curiosity.] Then what's the hesitation?

Let's just say the thought I might potentially fancy him might come into that equation, eh?

[ Resting his head on his hand now. ]

I got a notion from a little bird that probably doing a small serenade might do the trick but... d'you think it smacks of desperation?

Ronnie, dear, if you limit your diet how can you flourish? You'll be lacking in nutrition, and that just won't do! Truth be told, I'm very intrigued that a chap has caught your eyes. [Grell smirks.] He must be quite special~!

[He wants to serenade someone? Grell looks pretty skeptical at that.] ...can you sing?

It's a bit of a change from my usual fare, yeah, but some things you can't avoid after you've been through quite a bit with someone mind.

[ There's a smirk back, though, however pained before it becomes a bit of a pout. ]

I'll have you know there isn't a lass in General Affairs who hasn't gone weak at the knees from one of my little sessions!

If we were to fight everything, our bodies would grow weary, dearest Ronald. Sometimes, it's more natural to not fight destiny!

[She pats his shoulder in reassurance. She understands your pain, Ronnie.]

Oh? I thought it was because they lost consciousness. [She's teasing him!] All jokes aside, you should court this person with where your talents lie. Be that singing or dining.

[ Raised brow now. Leave it to Grell to romanticize this. Sure his intended was pretty cute but... Destiny? ]

Well, I'll wager we'll see where it goes, eh? Wouldn't hurt to try and all...

The only thing that'll get stomped on is your pride! [See? No pressure!]

[ Yeah, no pressure. ]

M'sorry, Miss Sutcliffe but that doesn't really inspire confidence, now does it?

I wasn't going for that, really, but I'm not one to get your hopes up entirely! However, I can safely say that if you don't take this opportunity to try and court this fellow, then you'll only do yourself much worse for not having the gumption in the first place!

[She places a hand onto his shoulder.]

You'll just have to go for it!

[ He stops to think about this a moment. Somehow, it's rather invigorating to listen to Grell at times. She was always the fun senior. When Will would have told him to leave well enough alone... well...

There's a fierce look of determination in his eyes however. ]

Yeah. Yeah, you're absolutely right! Got nothing to lose, eh? Everything to gain and all?

Precisely~! Now, you'll have to make sure to tell me all the details~!

[ Details, of course. What else would Grell want in turn...? ]

Suppose I do owe you all the gritty little details, eh? Why not?

oo5. // Indecision

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Your journal makes me nostalgic.

D'awww!

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