Good morning!

[sanguine_slayer]

When: Following this thread.
What: It's a new day in Phantasmagoria!
Characters: Grell, Sebastian, Yohji
Where: The Mimsy Lodge
Rating: PG-13

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[ebonbutler]

Sebastian heard what he judged the worst to wake up to in the morning. He had finally found the free time to revel in sleep and he was only woken up to the over-enthusiastic voice of a man pretending to be a woman.

He sat up quite quickly, the though of how he entered their hotel room pushing him upward.

Sebastian's nose slightly wrinkled. Alcohol had quite a distinct smell. "You smell horrific." He said as he sat up and went to retrieve his clothing from the closet. He honestly didn't want to be running around in only pants while Grell was around. "Go back to your room, we will be there soon."

He only stopped in his journey to the closet to gawk at the gaudy and unfitting hat Grell had on his head. "...Where did you get that hat?" What exactly DID the death god do that night?

[highwiresinner]

Yohji seriously didn't want to wake up, despite the noise and nuzzled his face into his pillow. Except he felt the comforting presence beside him climb out of the bed and that could only mean one thing. Damnit.

He rolled over and sat up groggily, tangling himself below the waist in the blankets and ran a hand through his hair. He spotted Grell and frowned, was he...drunk? "Isn't it a little early for drinking?"

That coming from the green-eyed assassin was more than laughable. He leaned over and grabbed his cigarettes off the nightstand and lit one up, inhaling a lung full of smoke. "And you look absolutely ridiculous, Grell."

[sanguine_slayer]

Had Sebastian told the man that he were pretending to be a woman, the redheaded death god would enthusiastically remind him that gender is a state of mind and not of physical anatomy! He wasn't pretending to be anything but Grell Sutcliffe.

"Dooo I?" Grell inquired as he waved his hand before himself, giving a sniff with a look of study. All he could smell was aftermaths of perfume, and... oh, there it was! My.

The subject didn't hold his attention for long, however, as he set eyes on the half-naked butler. Automatically, his lips coiled as he clasped his hands before him, batting his lashes with half-lidded eyes. "Oooh my, Sebas-ch'yaaan, your skin looks gorgeous in the morning light~," he purred with a drunken slur as he slinked up to trace his fingers over the pale chest. Tilting his hat back so as not to disrupt him, he leaned in dangerously close to the other's lips

[ebonbutler]

"It is far too early for this..." Sebastian moved Grell out of the way and made his way to his clothes, unfolding them carefully.

"I already mentioned we would go to you in your room momentarily." He buttoned his white shirt. "I do believe you should get all the rest you need before we leave, even if it is only for a few minutes." Sebastian looked down at the tall heels the death god stood on. "I am sure your feet are screaming in pain."

The assassin did not look happy to be out of bed, as well, but he supposed that there would be no better time to get up than now.