Katou had known that the man he had promised spices was... well, a little wonky. But then again, the undead teen had his own eccentric tendencies so he really wasn't one to talk - especially considering that most normal people generally failed at getting along with him for longer than a few minutes. Somehow he always succeeded at making them want to kill him.
However, he really hadn't expected this. Quite honestly, there were things that even he hadn't seen. And a roaring, scarlet-haired man flying towards him with a whirling chain-saw was one of them.
Giving a strangled yelp, the junkie ducked his head under the heavy oaken shop-table, just in time to hear the metal of his companion's katana clash with the jagged edges of said chainsaw. Holy fuck.
The chainsaw dropped to the ground, harmless. "YAAAAAAAY!" Grell cheered, hands in the air as he laughed. "You both didn't die!" He giggled, smiling brightly at the both of them (or at Kira, and trying to smile at Katou too, wherever he was).
He thrust his leather-gloved hand at Kira. "I'm Grell! Are you Kira? It's so nice to meet you at last!" Grasping his hand, he shook it enthusiastically before diving under the table and doing the same to Katou. "And you're Katou, right? Nice to meet you too!" The redhead gave his best endearing smile before crawling out from under the table.
"Let's make cake and bond together as friends." Grell giggled softly, hand curled at his mouth.
He hardly had time to recover from the shock when he heard the heavy chainsaw being dropped inoffensively to the floor, his hand then literally pumped out of its socket by the enthusiastic red-head, almost touching noses with his beaming face. “H-Hey,” he managed to stutter, laughing nervously over the man’s delight. Alright, definitely crazy.
Once Grell had let go, Katou took the opportunity to crawl out from under the table, giving the chainsaw a rather wary look. He doubted that even Kira, with his amazing healing powers, would have survived a mincing from that. “Y-Yeah,” the druggie croaked at his companion’s inquiry, grabbing the bag of spices prepared for Grell’s cake. “Not too sure if everything’s still in the right place, but yeah.”
House finale, over. Concentration = yours *dabs eyes with tissue*chainsaw_julietJune 4 2008, 12:41:27 UTC
Sanity? Grell needed little of that and besides, sanity was so overrated. The insane had much more fun and life was never boring. Reaching down, the redhead picked up his chainsaw and tucked it back into non-existence. He didn't need it, now that he knew Kira and Katou certainly weren't going to die anytime soon.
"I didn't want to make cake and eat it alone." Grell explained as they exited the shop. "It isn't very fun to eat cake alone." He had plans on saving a slice of cake for Miss Lulubell, whom had made a lovely appearance on Grell's logbook page.
Luckily, the Shinigami had chosen a house in the Upper District along the path that led directly to the Market District and bypassed the hustle and bustle of Rivelata. Nearing the quaint abode, it would become clear it hadn't exactly been vacant when Grell had decided to make it his own. A splatter of red marred the cheery white daisies out the front
( ... )
Still slightly flustered by the extraordinary appearance of said shinigami, Katou followed him and his friend out of the shop and down the road to Grell’s estate. The man proved to be exactly what he had presumed he was from the very beginning - downright crazy. However, despite his eccentric behaviour the teen had to admit that his company was welcome after the many dreary and generally stuck up people he had met on this island. His boss and Claire perhaps were the exception, but with Sakamoto busy and the blond presumed dead there hadn’t really been too much going on that could count as entertaining
( ... )
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However, he really hadn't expected this. Quite honestly, there were things that even he hadn't seen. And a roaring, scarlet-haired man flying towards him with a whirling chain-saw was one of them.
Giving a strangled yelp, the junkie ducked his head under the heavy oaken shop-table, just in time to hear the metal of his companion's katana clash with the jagged edges of said chainsaw. Holy fuck.
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"YAAAAAAAY!" Grell cheered, hands in the air as he laughed. "You both didn't die!" He giggled, smiling brightly at the both of them (or at Kira, and trying to smile at Katou too, wherever he was).
He thrust his leather-gloved hand at Kira.
"I'm Grell! Are you Kira? It's so nice to meet you at last!" Grasping his hand, he shook it enthusiastically before diving under the table and doing the same to Katou.
"And you're Katou, right? Nice to meet you too!" The redhead gave his best endearing smile before crawling out from under the table.
"Let's make cake and bond together as friends." Grell giggled softly, hand curled at his mouth.
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Once Grell had let go, Katou took the opportunity to crawl out from under the table, giving the chainsaw a rather wary look. He doubted that even Kira, with his amazing healing powers, would have survived a mincing from that.
“Y-Yeah,” the druggie croaked at his companion’s inquiry, grabbing the bag of spices prepared for Grell’s cake. “Not too sure if everything’s still in the right place, but yeah.”
This would certainly be an interesting afternoon.
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"I didn't want to make cake and eat it alone." Grell explained as they exited the shop. "It isn't very fun to eat cake alone." He had plans on saving a slice of cake for Miss Lulubell, whom had made a lovely appearance on Grell's logbook page.
Luckily, the Shinigami had chosen a house in the Upper District along the path that led directly to the Market District and bypassed the hustle and bustle of Rivelata. Nearing the quaint abode, it would become clear it hadn't exactly been vacant when Grell had decided to make it his own. A splatter of red marred the cheery white daisies out the front ( ... )
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