dear_mun | on potentially home-hunting

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canon: kuroshitsuji (black butler)

on potentially home-hunting

What do you mean, "you're not sure"? Wasn't I only just telling someone~ that second guessing is supremely unattractive? It's not any more handsome on your little mug, I can say that much for certain.

I'm a sight better judge of these things than you are, love. And why shouldn't I be? Haven't I been alive long enough? Don't I have a better sense of what's too much to handle? You can do it, and I'm apt to get bored with you, if you don't.

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[And it would appear there's a bit of high ground, on this amorphous street d_m has seen fit to grace us with: a porch roof, though Grell figures Hades could easily hop up, as well, if he really wanted to follow her. But for the moment, she looks down at him, crouched, with her head cocked slightly to the side, and hair spilling over her shoulder like a curtain.]

You'd think I'd recall a name like that, from the staff roster.

[There's still a sarcastic tone, there. She has heard of him, but never in the context of having much to do with Reaper Dispatch.]

You'll have to take up any question of my employment with my dear William. I'm afraid he's the only one I'd let coax the good behaviour out of me.

Who said I would bother letting you prove yourself to be a failure again?

[Rather than jumping Grell would just find Hades had appeared next to her.]

I'll simply take you to the underworld where you can rot for eternity.

[If she really feels threatened, she can pull her chainsaw out of the ether, but, for the moment, she's content keeping what feels like a decent distance between the two of them.]

I don't suppose you keep demons down there, do you? I'm rather fond of demons. Pretty things, really. Lovely claws, eyes to~ die~ for~. It doesn't sound like much of a punishment, you know.

Not particularly. Though I suppose I could find one to torture you for eternity if it will make you more agreeable to come along quietly.

That sounds positively titillating. See, I knew you had it in you, all along. You do know how to woo a lady. But I must say, I think my demon might twist himself into a jealous snit, if I were to run away with one of yours.

Well he can certainly try to retrieve you but I have a feeling he would simply leave you to have various parts of you ripped out on a daily basis.

That's an awfully hefty presumption.

I assumed you would leave this reaper based on their transgressions against your master.

Seeing as she has never personally been a threat to my master, I see no point in allowing her to be dragged to the bowels of the underworld.

But there must be a reason for you to stop me. I don't see you as the sort to take unnecessary action.

Oh, I wasn't stopping you. Merely making a comment. But I can promise you that it is indeed more trouble than it's worth.

I'll take your word for it Sebastian. I already share a head-space with a version of this reaper. That one is already trouble.

He's been presuming all over me. Hold me, I'm dreadfully tired, now.

[Her head, his shoulder.]

[ Headpat -- and a smirk, of course. ]

Now, now. At the very least, he seems to be a friendly alternative to your William.

[Not that she can see that smirk. She likes this spot, and has decided to interpret the headpat as an excuse to burrow against his side.]

Hmph. He's not nearly as fun as Will. He didn't even take a proper swing at me.

[ Welp. He can deal. Patpat. ]

How awful.

It is awful. Pinch me, would you? I'm positively thrumming with unspent energy.

Ah, no, I can just picture it now. A tale as tragic as that of Orpheus and Eurydice! ♥ He's quite the hand with a violin. Does your Persephone enjoy violin music? Do you? It's going to be delightful, this little play.

I must say, I am a little more hesitant to take you to the underworld. Not out of fear but simply due to the fact that it seems to be more trouble than it's worth.

Hmph. Just like the other boys, getting me all excited, and then crushing my every hope.

[Excuse him he is just going to roll his eyes.]

At this point I may just let your superiors deal with you. I don't want to bring that Butler's wrath on my home since for whatever reason he will defend you.

We're friends, now, you know. No, I don't suppose you do know, the way you carry on with folks you've never met.

Don't misunderstand. You're a disgusting perversion of the office. Killing mortals before their time.

And your "friend" agrees that you are far more trouble than you're worth. I'd rather not hear that ghastly voice every day.

I've been dubbed a disgusting perversion of worse, darling. And that's a funny thing, isn't it? They may not have been on the death list, but did any of you ~gods~ intervene to stop me? Did the universe come crashing down around my head? I can't say that it did, and so I wonder - was it really not their time?

My friend is more clever than y~o~u~.

As a being of death you should of been neutral. Yet instead you created one of the most infamous personas in history.

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