on potentially home-hunting

[dielikeyouwantme]

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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[redcinemareel]

[She's so used to seeing herself in the mirror that this encounter will be just fine.]

Boredom is simple to solve~. [GRINS]

[dielikeyouwantme]

[And she shares headspace with so many face-doubles that it's beginning to seem commonplace.]

I've got a fine idea for an experiment, should it become impossible to bear. How many of these headmates of mine would rise up against me, if I took a blade to our darling writer boy's sweet little eyes? They are pretty. Almost the same colour as yours and mine. ♥

[redcinemareel]

If they are anything like mine, they wold dare not to. Fear is a wonderful thing, especially when it's well founded!

[dielikeyouwantme]

Fear is no match for stupidity. So many foolish, ~noble~ types, here. I can count at least five who would come running, if he screamed.

[redcinemareel]

But those are the best types, you know.

[Grell does tilt her head to one side, with a bemused smile.] He? My, my~! How rare is that?

[dielikeyouwantme]

They're delightful. It wouldn't be any fun, really, if no one came. Like a party with no RSVPs, when I've gone to all the trouble of decorating writer boy's cheeks with his green-y eyes.

[For as much as she puts on dislike for the kid behind the keyboard, she does look a little delighted, at that.] The rarest. Boys who care, boys who write, they're some precious, near-extinct breed of animal. It would almost be a shame, to have to rid myself of him.

[redcinemareel]

I'd prefer a deeper shade of crimson to make a splash at the party, however.

The more pressure you put on him, the brighter he'll shine, and deeper the CUT. [Or so she thinks. She knows little about how diamonds form, but it doesn't stop her from wearing them.] Sequester that gem of yours before someone finds out~!

[god_not_goth]

Reaper. Come over here. Now.

[dielikeyouwantme]

Once those gallant fools show their faces - and I know they will - we'll have enough to paint the whole house.

Should I clear a closet to lock him up in? Or stuff him under my bed? I suppose I can't really do away with him. That sort of thing might snip~ my chances of going anywhere straight off the vine.

[dielikeyouwantme]

Oh, that's adorable. I do hope that's a rhetorical sort of command. ♥

[redcinemareel]

Home sweet home. [Smirks]

More like a production line, dear. Each product perfectly faulty in every wonderful way.

[god_not_goth]

DID I STUTTER?!

[His voice would have a rather booming quality to it that echoed through whatever space dear_mun had placed them in.]

[dielikeyouwantme]

I can't say I completely dislike his company. He's just so stubborn, and it's not becoming at all. The only thing he ever wants to talk about is how busy he'll be when he goes back to school~. It's monstrously dull.

[dielikeyouwantme]

[And she really isn't phased. Frankly, she's used to supervisors attempting to intimidate her. If she had one on her, she'd whip out the nailfile and ignore him completely.]

Did you, dear? I wasn't listening particularly hard.

Sorry about that o7

[god_not_goth]

[Snapping he would run towards Grell with the intent of grabbing her neck.]

You disgrace my name and now you joke with me?!

[His speed was clearly that of supernatural prowess and if he managed to grab her neck she would find his strength was beyond that of a mortal as well.]

oh you're more than fine

[dielikeyouwantme]

[What, she wonders, is this fellow's deal? His fingers graze the chain that hangs from her glasses, as she springs back, jostling the frames down the bridge of her nose. Her vision is blurry, for a moment, before she tosses her head, knocking them back into place.]

Our first night out, and you're already getting handsy. My, you're not quite the gentleman, are you? Do I know you, from somewhere?

[god_not_goth]

[Grell was faster than he expected. He glared at her.]

I am Hades. Lord of the dead. I've seen what you've done as a reaper and I don't believe you deserve the title.

[dielikeyouwantme]

[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.

[god_not_goth]

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.

[dielikeyouwantme]

[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.

[god_not_goth]

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.

[sircassidy]

...So...that's definitely happening.

And HAHAHA, "same hat".

[dielikeyouwantme]

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.

[dielikeyouwantme]

I'm not sure that it is! Check my temperature, I may be coming down with a fit of hysteria.

I think you're going to need glasses, too, dear. There are no hats, here.

[god_not_goth]

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.