I got carried away ...rossociliegiaApril 16 2009, 23:05:01 UTC
Grell Sutcliff didn't quite know what to do with himself. On the one hand, William had left him alone in the Godforsaken wreck of a city that call itself Toshima, but on the other ... the constraint of the rules had been lifted overnight! No more reports, no more little 'check ups' to make sure he was behaving himself, an no more invisible boundaries that, if crossed, would result in a severe beating. He was devastated that William had left him without so much as a goodbye, and hurt that he hadn't considered taking him with him, but Grell certainly would not deny that maybe, just maybe, there was a faint glimmer of relief at his superior's sudden disappearance
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♥♥♥ I can't breathe. I'm laughing too hard XDlittlest_lordApril 16 2009, 23:19:06 UTC
As the minutes passed Ciel was becoming progressively more and more irritated. Grell had said he would be here, but he was obviously late, something Ciel could do without at the moment. Just as he began to toe the ground with one of the uncomfortable shoes he was wearing the flashy presence of another ceased his bored fidgeting instantly.
This...person was strikingly different in regards to the Grell he had unfortunately come to know. Instead of incompetence they oozed overzealous confidence. Perhaps flamboyant would be the perfect word to describe the person before him. The most obvious difference was the choice of attire and...overwhelming amount of red. If anything, Grell could quite easily pass as a woman, if not for the low toned voice and disturbingly sharp teeth. [Ciel certainly didn't remember those.]
Pulling the blanket tighter around himself Ciel glanced upward, inwardly grimacing at the pointed smile. "You certainly weren't so...red."
Shh, there was absolutely no double post.rossociliegiaApril 16 2009, 23:37:46 UTC
The Death God couldn't help but toss his head back and laugh his melodic laugh at Ciel's eventual comment; not so red? What a cute little thing he was! A slim hand dressed in crimson lace reached up to pat him on the head, and as he straightened up properly he clasped his hands together at his breast. Oh yes, this was definitely going to be fun
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The laugh wasn't appreciated, nor was the pat on the head, but the teeth glinting his way and his ever so lack of proper dress kept him silent from stating his displeasure. Grell was yacking away, spinning on his heels for good measure, his long red hair fanning out as he did so. Yes. Flamboyant was the right word indeed.
Before Ciel could agree, Grell had started off down the street, his heels clicking loudly on the paved sidewalk. With a few clicks from his own shoes Ciel was at Grell's side, an arm up to his side, fingers holding out a slip of paper. In writing, as Grell had wished for - signed with his very own name. Sebastian would most likely not be pleased with what he'd be ordered to do whenever he showed up, but he deserved it.
"Here. What you asked for."
Tardiness and absolute absence would not be tolerated. If anything, Ciel considered it a justified punishment.
Bewildered, Grell arched a finely shaped eyebrow at Ciel. Paper? He plucked it from between the boy's fingertips and smoothed it out so he could read it properly, a honey-slow smile curving his lips as he did so. The terms and conditions of their little outing! How absolutely, positively perfect. The redhead blew Ciel a kiss before slipping the little piece of paper away into a seemingly invisible pocket, his golden eyes burning fiercely with something along the lines of longing and desire. Oh, the things he would do to that butler once he had him in his grasp! Of course, he would need to raid the Magnolia's storage cupboards; leather restraints, a blindfold, a collar and leash, a cat o' nine tails and a riding crop, some piercing needles ... alright, perhaps he'd have to purchase the needles himself, but it would be worth it! And he already had to stiletto heels ... such a versatile shoe
( ... )
Grell was certainly odd, blowing kisses like some frivolous school girl. He was almost as bad as Lizzy...What a creep.
The announcement of their arrival to the shopping district got his attention and Ciel's gaze immediately snapped to the sight before him. Which was...less than spectacular. There was such an odd array of stores and bits and bobs here and there...
"Pick the stores. You know this place much better than I do. I hope your judgment isn't flawed."
Grell offered Ciel a winning smile; he'd been hoping he'd say that.
"Excellent! This way," he crooned, expertly teetering his way across the street to the opposite sidewalk. It really was quite a shame that the boy wasn't going to let him dress him up to the nines -- why, he would have made such a lovely little loli! It was really just as well that he didn't know that the whole reason for their little shopping venture was because Ciel had been running around in skirts and frills ... otherwise he might've been far more reluctant to cooperate.
"In here!" Holding open the door to a children's clothes store -- hell, Grell would have his fun one way or another -- he gestured for Ciel to follow him in.
Whereas Grell was nimble in his sophisticated shoes, Ciel was trying his best not to topple forward as he trotted after Grell. Thankfully Grell didn't question the reason as to why Ciel needed new clothes or inquired as to what happened to his usual prim and proper outfits.
Good, Grell had at least gotten the door for him which was a plus. Stepping inside with the blanket wrapped tightly around him he surveyed the store. For the most part, the fashion was different to what he was used to. Then again it wasn't by any stretch the 19th century anymore...
"Where do we start?"
It was Grell's time to shine. Hopefully he'd be much more adapt at picking out clothes and helping him dress [even if the thought gave him the creeps] in comparison to his 'quality skills' when it came to serving tea.
Indulging in a less-than-innocent grin, Grell placed his hands at the small of Ciel's back and ushered him towards the racks of clothing. They had everything that any everyday boy could possibly want from a clothes store ... but of course, Ciel was hardly an every day boy. Unfortunately there were no stiffly pressed shirts, no smart dinner jackets, and definitely no polished and shining shoes, but Grell would make do with the selection on display. A lesson in fashion!
"We'll start with a shirt! Then we can find you some trousers to match ... are there any colors that you're particularly fond of?" Grell didn't give him the chance to answer, however, and simply waltzed off to begin searching the rails.
"No, no, no, maybe, no, oh! -- definitely maybe ... " This continued for some time, until he eventually hurried back to Ciel's side with his arms full of clothes. There were cute tops, pretty little shirts, dark jeans and a sweater or two, all waiting to be tried and tested.
Ushered toward the clothes, cringing at the touch to his back, Ciel merely watched as Grell pitter pattered about the shop, shoes clicking here and there as he gathered up various garments all with the intention of having Ciel try them on. Yes the clothes here were not very fashionable, especially in comparison to the latest clothes available in London...but this was no place to be picky after all. Anything was better than being naked or near nude as he was at the moment.
Eying the pile, Ciel pulled the blanket closer as he turned to move into one of the outfitting rooms. "What shall I try on first?"
Truth be told, Grell could have cared less what he tried on first, although it was with a highly amused little giggle that he reminded himself of the little Earl's dependency on his butler. Why, no wonder he was so utterly hopeless when left to fend for himself! Selecting a white top with a delicately embroidered jade green butterfly pattern -- so chosen to bring out the aqua in his blue eye and hair -- outfitted alongside a pair of relatively small grey jeans, Grell nudged the bewildered looking boy towards the changing cubicles.
"Oh! And this," he added as an afterthought, tossing a sea-green cardigan in Ciel's direction. "You really do suit green."
Catching the cardigan as skillfully as he could with his hands full of clothes, Ciel marched in the change room, making sure to securely close the door behind him before dropping the blanket to the ground and slipping out of the feeble coverings he had managed to scrounge up prior to the outing.
Picking up the shirt first, Ciel managed to slip it on, fumbling with the buttons as he did so. Needless to say...the result wasn't the embodiment of perfection. The jeans however [what strange pants] were much easier to put on, and with a bit of struggling, bumping into the walls of the cubical he managed to secure them. Lastly, the cardigan was pulled over his head and as he moved his fingers to his hair to smooth it out before stepping out it was a blessing he hadn't a mirror - Ciel was an absolute mess of bunched up fabric and incorrectly buttoned buttons.
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This...person was strikingly different in regards to the Grell he had unfortunately come to know. Instead of incompetence they oozed overzealous confidence. Perhaps flamboyant would be the perfect word to describe the person before him. The most obvious difference was the choice of attire and...overwhelming amount of red. If anything, Grell could quite easily pass as a woman, if not for the low toned voice and disturbingly sharp teeth. [Ciel certainly didn't remember those.]
Pulling the blanket tighter around himself Ciel glanced upward, inwardly grimacing at the pointed smile. "You certainly weren't so...red."
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Before Ciel could agree, Grell had started off down the street, his heels clicking loudly on the paved sidewalk. With a few clicks from his own shoes Ciel was at Grell's side, an arm up to his side, fingers holding out a slip of paper. In writing, as Grell had wished for - signed with his very own name. Sebastian would most likely not be pleased with what he'd be ordered to do whenever he showed up, but he deserved it.
"Here. What you asked for."
Tardiness and absolute absence would not be tolerated. If anything, Ciel considered it a justified punishment.
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The announcement of their arrival to the shopping district got his attention and Ciel's gaze immediately snapped to the sight before him. Which was...less than spectacular. There was such an odd array of stores and bits and bobs here and there...
"Pick the stores. You know this place much better than I do. I hope your judgment isn't flawed."
Reply
"Excellent! This way," he crooned, expertly teetering his way across the street to the opposite sidewalk. It really was quite a shame that the boy wasn't going to let him dress him up to the nines -- why, he would have made such a lovely little loli! It was really just as well that he didn't know that the whole reason for their little shopping venture was because Ciel had been running around in skirts and frills ... otherwise he might've been far more reluctant to cooperate.
"In here!" Holding open the door to a children's clothes store -- hell, Grell would have his fun one way or another -- he gestured for Ciel to follow him in.
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Good, Grell had at least gotten the door for him which was a plus. Stepping inside with the blanket wrapped tightly around him he surveyed the store. For the most part, the fashion was different to what he was used to. Then again it wasn't by any stretch the 19th century anymore...
"Where do we start?"
It was Grell's time to shine. Hopefully he'd be much more adapt at picking out clothes and helping him dress [even if the thought gave him the creeps] in comparison to his 'quality skills' when it came to serving tea.
Reply
"We'll start with a shirt! Then we can find you some trousers to match ... are there any colors that you're particularly fond of?" Grell didn't give him the chance to answer, however, and simply waltzed off to begin searching the rails.
"No, no, no, maybe, no, oh! -- definitely maybe ... " This continued for some time, until he eventually hurried back to Ciel's side with his arms full of clothes. There were cute tops, pretty little shirts, dark jeans and a sweater or two, all waiting to be tried and tested.
Reply
Eying the pile, Ciel pulled the blanket closer as he turned to move into one of the outfitting rooms. "What shall I try on first?"
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"Oh! And this," he added as an afterthought, tossing a sea-green cardigan in Ciel's direction. "You really do suit green."
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Picking up the shirt first, Ciel managed to slip it on, fumbling with the buttons as he did so. Needless to say...the result wasn't the embodiment of perfection. The jeans however [what strange pants] were much easier to put on, and with a bit of struggling, bumping into the walls of the cubical he managed to secure them. Lastly, the cardigan was pulled over his head and as he moved his fingers to his hair to smooth it out before stepping out it was a blessing he hadn't a mirror - Ciel was an absolute mess of bunched up fabric and incorrectly buttoned buttons.
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