Rita awakened in a cold sweat that morning. What the hell was that all about!? It had to be a trick, like the moving shadows from the other night... It just couldn't be real
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What a polite gentleman! Grell was far more used to the cautiously distant or the outright belligerent type here and so this stranger's gentlemanly behavior caught him off-guard for a moment. There wasn't so much as a hesitant glance at his chest to see if he was physically female or not. This could prove to be a most encouraging meeting then. If the stranger chose to remain the perfect gentlemen, then Grell could play the fawning lady and have a pleasant morning to start off the foray into the semblance of civilization that made up Doyleton.
Pushing off the seat back, Grell swung around and slid into the seat next to the blond man, crossing one leg over the other and leaning in a bit toward him. Up close, he was just as cute as he'd been from far away. Short hair, a bit tousled, but in a manner that suited and framed his face. Pretty eyes, too. "You're ever so kind," he said, smiling a bit wider and inclining his head toward him. "It's so rare to find a handsome man here who knows his manners as well."
Shifting back, Grell held out a hand, palm down. Just how well this stranger knew his manners would be told here in how he took Grell's hand. "Grell Sutcliffe, love. Might I ask your name?"
The way the man slid into the seat next to him seemed a bit overdone, but Guy wasn't going to allow himself to judge too much. He'd run into a number of feminine men during his travels, though this was the first time that he'd been the target of one's attention. Guy realized that it was better than a girl trying this with him, which was odd all on its own.
Still, there was no denying that the redhead was a man. Guy hadn't even had to give him a second look to determine that. His build, voice, and facial structure all made that clear, unlike that Lion person who he'd spoken to yesterday. This was awkward in a different sort of way, but at least he was pretty good at keeping up both his manners and composure in such situations.
"Is it really so rare?" he responded with a lighthearted laugh. Even the way that Grell offered his hand was more in the style of a lady, but he took it nonetheless. It would be rude not to. Being called "love" was a bit odd, but he still didn't skip a beat. "The name is Guy Cecil. It's nice to meet you. Is this your first time on this trip?"
Not quite the greeting he'd been hoping for, but it was still polite and it told Grell that this man - Guy Cecil - was willing to at least put up with him for a bit. He didn't even care that Grell was flirting with him. Or he was particularly thick in that department. Somehow, Grell doubted that, however. Only a blind deaf man could miss the way Grell flirted.
"You would be surprised," the death god said with a shrug, sitting upright once the greetings were out of the way. With a flick of his fingers, he popped the paper sack open and peered inside. The usual fare - muffin, juice and apples - stared back, along with the coupon book and a lovely little card. It had... Ugh, what was that photograph? Grell turned the thing over in his hands and then dropped it back into the sack with an unceremonious plunk. "People here judge on appearance and have no idea how to treat a lady at all. It's refreshing, to meet someone so kind."
Slipping his fingers inside, Grell removed the coupon book - and let out a sigh of relief at seeing the little paper flier that advertised for the beauty parlor. "And no, it is not. Tis my...third? Or so? I truly cannot remember. What of you, hm? I get the feeling it isn't your first foray into the wilds either."
For a moment, Guy was distracted by what Grell was saying due to the small, thin item that he'd pulled out of his paper bag. What was that? He immediately went to go look for his own, realizing that it was a card of some sort that had his image, realistic as it could be, pasted onto it. Where had that come from? How had they made that? As he turned it over and saw the strip on the back, he was even more perplexed. Just what was this thing?
"...no idea how to treat a lady..."
Guy slowly lifted his head at that, wondering if he'd somehow made a mistake. But another look at Grell made it clear that this was no woman he was talking to. His heart beat was level, he wasn't sweating -- none of the normal responses of his phobia were there. Granted, that was all in his head, so as long as he thought it was a guy...
But it was, and so he was left completely flabbergasted for a few seconds. "But you're..."
Maybe it was better not to touch on it, especially when he was being asked a question. "Oh, umm..." His hand tightened around the card (he was still curious about it, even now) as he composed himself and thought of an answer. "Actually? This will be my fifth time going. I've been here for a while now, obviously." It was odd to realize that he'd been here for more time than most of the other patients, but he'd at least gotten used to it. And it also meant that he knew more than most and could be a helpful resource, if nothing else. He just wished he could do more to warn people about the basement.
Pushing off the seat back, Grell swung around and slid into the seat next to the blond man, crossing one leg over the other and leaning in a bit toward him. Up close, he was just as cute as he'd been from far away. Short hair, a bit tousled, but in a manner that suited and framed his face. Pretty eyes, too. "You're ever so kind," he said, smiling a bit wider and inclining his head toward him. "It's so rare to find a handsome man here who knows his manners as well."
Shifting back, Grell held out a hand, palm down. Just how well this stranger knew his manners would be told here in how he took Grell's hand. "Grell Sutcliffe, love. Might I ask your name?"
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Still, there was no denying that the redhead was a man. Guy hadn't even had to give him a second look to determine that. His build, voice, and facial structure all made that clear, unlike that Lion person who he'd spoken to yesterday. This was awkward in a different sort of way, but at least he was pretty good at keeping up both his manners and composure in such situations.
"Is it really so rare?" he responded with a lighthearted laugh. Even the way that Grell offered his hand was more in the style of a lady, but he took it nonetheless. It would be rude not to. Being called "love" was a bit odd, but he still didn't skip a beat. "The name is Guy Cecil. It's nice to meet you. Is this your first time on this trip?"
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"You would be surprised," the death god said with a shrug, sitting upright once the greetings were out of the way. With a flick of his fingers, he popped the paper sack open and peered inside. The usual fare - muffin, juice and apples - stared back, along with the coupon book and a lovely little card. It had... Ugh, what was that photograph? Grell turned the thing over in his hands and then dropped it back into the sack with an unceremonious plunk. "People here judge on appearance and have no idea how to treat a lady at all. It's refreshing, to meet someone so kind."
Slipping his fingers inside, Grell removed the coupon book - and let out a sigh of relief at seeing the little paper flier that advertised for the beauty parlor. "And no, it is not. Tis my...third? Or so? I truly cannot remember. What of you, hm? I get the feeling it isn't your first foray into the wilds either."
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"...no idea how to treat a lady..."
Guy slowly lifted his head at that, wondering if he'd somehow made a mistake. But another look at Grell made it clear that this was no woman he was talking to. His heart beat was level, he wasn't sweating -- none of the normal responses of his phobia were there. Granted, that was all in his head, so as long as he thought it was a guy...
But it was, and so he was left completely flabbergasted for a few seconds. "But you're..."
Maybe it was better not to touch on it, especially when he was being asked a question. "Oh, umm..." His hand tightened around the card (he was still curious about it, even now) as he composed himself and thought of an answer. "Actually? This will be my fifth time going. I've been here for a while now, obviously." It was odd to realize that he'd been here for more time than most of the other patients, but he'd at least gotten used to it. And it also meant that he knew more than most and could be a helpful resource, if nothing else. He just wished he could do more to warn people about the basement.
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