grell sutcliff ✇ 004
Who: Grell Sutcliff and anybody who wants to chat~ ♥
Where: Somni
Style: Either ♥!!
Status: OPENGrell stood, staring into the window of a small clothing boutique in Somni. The clothes here were simply hideous, he thought to himself. No taste at all. None of the women looked as breathtaking as Madam did every time they attended one of those ( Read more... )
Where: Somni
Style: Either ♥!!
Status: OPENGrell stood, staring into the window of a small clothing boutique in Somni. The clothes here were simply hideous, he thought to himself. No taste at all. None of the women looked as breathtaking as Madam did every time they attended one of those ( Read more... )
One thing, however, that hadn't changed, was one's need for seasonally appropriate clothing. This world didn't seem to know the meaning of moderation, and was rather enthusiastic about everything, seasons included. And while Schneizel was nothing if not used to wearing many layers even in heat worse than this, one must make concessions. Especially with this humidity. It wouldn't do to look unpresentable or--heaven forbid--sweaty, would it?
That was why he was here, in what appeared to be an upscale corner of the shopping district, seeking out something a bit lighter than the woolen blend of his current suit jacket. Perhaps a linen? As he browsed the racks, the prince caught a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. Another shopper, apparently mourning the lack of 'fabulous' clothing. Not his concern, really. Turning back to the rack, Schneizel pulled an airy shirt in crimson silk from its hanger, holding it before him and glancing in a nearby mirror thoughtfully before shaking his head and putting it back.
Red had never been his color.
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He pulled his long red coat off and folded it over his forearm, wiping the small layer of sweat off of his brow before entering the quaint boutique. He stopped just past the threshold, noticing a tall blond putting a crimson silk shirt back on the hanger. W-Why did he put it back?! Maybe it just wasn't the right size?! Heavens, the shirt would look fabulous on him~!!
Grell grinned and brushed his long red locks out of his face and over his shoulder. He pranced over to the man and tapped him on the arm, "Sir, do you realize that color would look absolutely amazing on a man with your hair color~?"
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"Do you think so? I've always felt it made my complexion look sallow."
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He leaned a bit closer, "Schneizel, right?!"
He smiled, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, "You're far more attractive in person than I ever thought you to be on the small Dreamberry screen~!! But... that's neither here nor there ♥ I think red looks great on anybody, Sir~ And you... though that hair color is slightly out of vogue... would look fabulous!!"
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"Correct, Mr. Sutcliff, and thank you," he greeted the other warmly. "My apologies for not recognizing you sooner. You look far more vibrant than the last time we spoke. Somarian life must agree quite well with you."
Turning back to the rack, he removed the red shirt once more and held it at arms length, running the cuff between his finger and thumb while studying it critically. "Back to the point, I suppose it is more of a crimson than a tomato red...perhaps a different shade than what I'm familiar with would look more appealing on me. Shall we try it?"
Grell might be unpredictable, but that didn't mean he couldn't be useful. From flighty, mediocre butler to flamboyant, wild...whatever he was, to...weapon? Who knew? Every person had a vulnerable point, a place to sink your hook. And if there was anything Schneizel knew, it was that one could never have too many lines in the water when fishing.
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He pouted for several minutes, still not sure how the prince was able to see through his act as a butler. Was his quality as an actress slipping?! Had he let things go since being in Somarium?! Did this man know from the start that he wasn't just a spastic butler??! ...He gripped his chest and took in a deep breath, trying to still his pounding heart. He couldn't let himself go like this, even if he wasn't in London anymore.
"You're quite perceptive, aren't you, my Prince~? Being able to see through my act like that and see the true me~!! Not many can~!" he grinned. "I don't have to put on my act here in Somarium... especially since Madam isn't here for me to serve anymore!"
He continued to go on about how wonderful of an actress he was for several minutes while he shuffled through the racks of clothing before pulling out several deep crimson shirts and thrusting them at Schneizel. They were the color of blood and oh so beautiful, Grell thought. "These will look splendid~!!"
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The look lasted only a moment, just long enough for the rather oblivious and self-centered Grell to finally notice, before his customary expression blinked it away, and Schneizel slipped from his coat, passing the white linen garment to Grell in exchange for the shirts before disappearing into the dressing room. Over the rustling sounds of garments being changed, he called over the door, "Did you ever find the employment you were seeking, Mr. Sutcliff?"
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"Yes~! I've been working for Kaname Kuran," he grinned. Things had been going wonderfully at the Kuran estate, though he had been considering leaving and moving in with Sebastian since his recent (and most joyous!!!) arrival...
"He's such a beautiful man~ Quite like yourself, I must say! Don't keep me waiting too long, Sir! I'm dying to see you in my favorite color!"
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Idle conversation for idle moments. Schneizel took a moment or two longer, lingering in the dressing room. He did have to admit, the deeper shade of red was more flattering than he'd previously thought, the rich color bringing out hidden shades of violet in his eyes. It made the Britannian family genes that much more apparent, his resemblance to Lelouch both strengthened and yet somehow weakened at the same time. He liked it after all, he decided, and remained in the dressing room, adjusting his cuffs (perhaps amethyst cufflinks were in order?) while waiting for Grell's response.
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The Death God briefly wondered what was taking the prince so long, but quickly realized that it does take time for a man to look good. He crossed his arms and huffed, growing a bit impatient. It seemed as if Schneizel had done nothing but ask Grell questions since his arrival and, though he thought this to be rather odd, he brushed it off. He was never one to hide things from others... unless instructed otherwise, that is.
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As he spoke, Schneizel exited the dressing room, leaning against the doorframe in a manner that was half languid drape, half deliberate pose. The color suited him well, moreso than he'd originally expected, especially when paired with his customary white slacks.
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He eyed the handsome prince leaning against the doorframe. True, his heart only had room for Sebastian Michaelis; but his eyes had room for many, many more. There was no harm in appreciating other beautiful men, right? ♥
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As he spoke, Schneizel shifted, well aware of Grell's eyes on him. He'd play this game as long as it took to get the answers he desired, and perhaps get a new wardrobe in the process. Pulling away from his post, Schneizel headed for the three-way mirror in the corner to further examine the cut of this shirt.
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But now was neither the time nor the place for such things. Grell was content in chatting with Schneizel for the time being.
"Oh, yes. Angelina Durless. She was one of the most exquisite women I've ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on. Her hair the most vibrant shade of red, her dress and lips colored to match! She was a little devil, too." He sighed, fondly recalling his first meeting with Madam Red, "I watched her for many weeks. Night after night I would watch her... Until I decided to lend my services. We became... partners. I became the Ripper to her Jack."
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Schneizel looked back over his shoulder as he fiddled with a cufflink, threading it through the buttonhole on his shirt cuff, an eyebrow lifted at the mention of the name "Jack the Ripper." Everyone had heard of this notorious killer, who stalked the streets of London back when England was still a part of Britannia. However, Grell was certainly not a part of the world that Schneizel knew. Looking back to his cuff, he spoke again.
"So, the infamous Jack the Ripper in your world was a woman and...her butler?" His tone was clearly an invitation.
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