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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That town had been rather eerie, Guy had to admit, and so when he came to in his bed he didn't feel as bad about it as he could have. There was a lot more there for them to explore, but they'd at least made it and he'd seen the place with his own two eyes. It was a step in the right direction. Now he knew that Anise had meant when she'd said the place was creepy, though -- and he got the feeling that he didn't even know the half of it
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Kaworu was such an interesting child... Grell woke up with a smile on his face and little care that he hadn't reached his destination last night. Even if William was all about reaching quotas, staying on task, and achieving goals, that didn't mean his supervisor's work ethic had transferred to him. Grell much preferred the slow dance that came from stalking people down, watching their lives drain out of them bit by bit, day by day. Now that he was brought down to the mortal level, Grell simply had to learn how to enjoy life differently. No longer an outside observer, but wrapped up within the mortal coil, Lady Death had to find entertainment in other places. Kaworu seemed to be just the sort of entertainment a girl needed when not otherwise occupied with slaughtering people.
Better yet? It would seem today was the Doyleton trip, which meant another trip to the beauty parlor. And hopefully another night of chaos where the dead rose up and Grell found weaponry and tossed dead bodies off rooftops. Ooh, but Doyleton had so many
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Seeing how Guy had been focusing on the feeling of the bus as it shook with the very power of its engine, he hadn't been paying much attention to the people who were still boarding. It seemed that they would be leaving soon if they were already starting up the vehicle, and he was looking forward to both the ride and the scenery that would come with it. The prospect of getting to buy something indulgent in town only added to his mood
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Better yet? It would seem today was the Doyleton trip, which meant another trip to the beauty parlor. And hopefully another night of chaos where the dead rose up and Grell found weaponry and tossed dead bodies off rooftops. Ooh, but Doyleton had so many ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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