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[pushesupglasses]

Who: pushesupglasses and id_rather_party
When: A few hours after this touching conversation.
Where: Ronald's flat in the starter apartments.
Summary: After a spat with Grell, William asks to stay with Ronald for a bit. Drinks and bro-talk commence.
Warnings: Shouldn't be any.

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[id_rather_party]

Why did women have to wear bras? the little hooks that snapped and fastened them together, had managed to catch themselves on Ronald's gloves, not three times now, but four. Finally! tossing what was left of the female clothing into the closet, Ronald gave his room the once look over, before heading down the stairs to meet Will.

It just so happened, however, that William was already at the bottom. Leaning over the rail, Ronald smiled and called down. "Hey, welcome! I'll meet you on the landing."

[pushesupglasses]

William looks up, seeing Ronald leaning over the stair railing. He nods briefly before ascending the stairs.

"I thank you again, Knox." William adjusts his glasses. Thank goodness Ronald had arrived when he did. William certainly couldn't see himself spending there next few nights at Undertaker's.

[id_rather_party]

"Don't mention it, its the least I could do." Ronald didn't really understand what was going on exactly, why William was a keen to get away from Grell, but then again, he was oblivious to their relationship for now.

Holding the door open, scratching the back of his head and hooking a foot behind his leg. "Its not much, but its home for now, you're more than welcome to stay as long as ya need boss." Stepping in and walking over towards the kitchen. He had beers chilling in the cool box. " I think I drank the wine last night, beer do?" Pulling out a few bottle tossing one in William's direction. It was odd seeing the other Death God this way, but it was a chance for Ronald to impress William.

[pushesupglasses]

William steps inside, glancing around the room. The starter apartments hadn't changed much since he was living there. Though, William had always kept his room a bit more tidy. There's even still a few "remains" from Ronald's last wild night draped over the back of the couch.

He chooses to ignore it, he really doesn't want to think of such things right now.

"That will be fine," he reassures, effortlessly catching the bottle. He leans against the kitchen counter, eyes down, brows furrowed in his usual frown, looking as though he's concentrating far to hard on something.