My Wedding

[subject_seven]

Who: Nana & Grell Sutcliff
When: After this.
Where: Raul's new apartment.
Summary: Nana's come under the scorn of a bitter reaper. Cue fight. Welp.
Warnings: Grell and Nana...Yup. Violence. Flying limbs! You know...that kind of stuff.

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[deathknellgrell]

At first, there's a distant rumble. Presently, the rumble grows louder, and closer. It becomes more metallic - and insistent! But that's not the only noise - there's a higher-pitched one, that rises and falls.

Grell Sutcliff's chainsaw. And Grell Sutcliff himself, unhinged with jealousy and rage, screeching his displeasure.

Murdering little girls isn't usual behaviour for Grell. Once upon a time, he chased Ahiru with his chainsaw, but he only meant to scare her. Indeed, since arriving at Siren's Port, Grell's personality has actually mellowed; the calming and restricting influence of William has been an important factor.

But Nana's perceived transgression is a provocation too great. Besides which - it's entirely possible Grell was exposed to some enchanted cherry blossoms today, rendering his self-control - never strong to begin with - virtually non-existent!

BAM!

Down crashes the door. Grell stands at the threshhold, silhouetted from behind, chainsaw raised high.

"Nana darling! ♥ I've come for yooooooooou~!"

[subject_seven]

The crash of the door and the silhouette makes her scream, the sound blending with the screeching of the chainsaw itself. It's a horrifying sight, and she finds herself stepping backwards, doing her best not to trip over herself.

"Go away Mister Grell-!"

It's shrieked as she points at him, eyes wide. He was going to ruin the new apartment, after all! They had barely even unpacked too, boxes still stacked on top of one another, waiting to be opened.

[deathknellgrell]

"Not even going to invite me in? How rude!"

As Nana retreats, Grell advances. He swings his chainsaw wide...

...missing her entirely, as his blade slices through a precariously-balanced stack of boxes. At first, nothing happens; for a moment, one might imagine that the chainsaw had missed the boxes, too. And then, the top of one of the boxes, sliced diagonally through, slides off its bottom, and the whole tower crashes to the ground in an awful clatter.

There's the distinct sound of crockery breaking, inside the boxes.

"I really ought to teach you the proper way to receive guests."

[subject_seven]

This is bad. Very bad. Mister Grell is bad and he's ruining everything. Uncle Raul is going to be very, very mad when he gets home. Very, VERY mad. Mad at Nana.

Bad.

She finds herself frowning immediately, still yelling as she steps back. "Stop it! You're breaking everything Mister Grell!"