Good morning!
When: Following this thread.
What: It's a new day in Phantasmagoria!
Characters: Grell, Sebastian, Yohji
Where: The Mimsy Lodge
Rating: PG-13
At last, Grell had finally run into the room that he was searching for. It was about time, considering that he must have stumbled around that hotel for a good while, attempting to find his intended destination - and he even knocked on the wrong door once!(Though in his state, he thought that the '1's looked an awful lot like funny '7's, and so it wasn't entirely his fault. The young man really shouldn't have been so rude as to pale with that horrified look as he did, and then go on to slam the door on him! He clearly was intimidated by pretty ladies.)
Excited that he was so very close to greeting his Sebas-chan with a surprise morning visit, the death god reached out open the door... only to find it locked. Stumped, his eyes narrowed with bemusement as he tried again. But then he remembered - a key was required for access. Oh, how bothersome.
Swaying to stand upright then, his lifted his arms to reach beneath his hat in order to retrieve a hairpin, gaze venturing off-ward as he bit the very corner of his lip in deep concentration. Finally discovering one beneath the multitude of his flowing locks, he declared a happy little 'aha!' before proceeding to lean down and squint at the lock beneath the door's handle. Which was rather hard to do considering his inability to maintain good balance and perform basic motor skills with ease.
(And the hat? Ah yes, it was fabulous. Covered in black velvet with a large swooping brim, it donned an fall of mauve, creme, and white plumes gathered into a beautiful red satin ribbon trimmed with a matching mauve and tied into a decorative bow at its front.)
After spending a few moment's time attempting to position the pin jut right, he reached up to grasp the handle with a disgruntled sigh - perhaps in order to hold his balance - but it seemed that he pushed jut a tad too hard, as he heard an awful breaking noise, followed by an unexpected loss of support. It was amazing, really, that he hadn't managed to fall straight onto his pretty face! The red-head raised his hand to look at the broken handle held within it, slowly registering what had happened.
"Oh, goodness. Silly me!" With a giggle, he stood with a flushed smile and tossed the metal piece over his shoulder. With that, he pushed the door in and strutted his wobbly, plastered self inside.
"The eye of day hath oiled its lids, my lovelies! Why are you still in bed~?"
What: It's a new day in Phantasmagoria!
Characters: Grell, Sebastian, Yohji
Where: The Mimsy Lodge
Rating: PG-13
At last, Grell had finally run into the room that he was searching for. It was about time, considering that he must have stumbled around that hotel for a good while, attempting to find his intended destination - and he even knocked on the wrong door once!(Though in his state, he thought that the '1's looked an awful lot like funny '7's, and so it wasn't entirely his fault. The young man really shouldn't have been so rude as to pale with that horrified look as he did, and then go on to slam the door on him! He clearly was intimidated by pretty ladies.)
Excited that he was so very close to greeting his Sebas-chan with a surprise morning visit, the death god reached out open the door... only to find it locked. Stumped, his eyes narrowed with bemusement as he tried again. But then he remembered - a key was required for access. Oh, how bothersome.
Swaying to stand upright then, his lifted his arms to reach beneath his hat in order to retrieve a hairpin, gaze venturing off-ward as he bit the very corner of his lip in deep concentration. Finally discovering one beneath the multitude of his flowing locks, he declared a happy little 'aha!' before proceeding to lean down and squint at the lock beneath the door's handle. Which was rather hard to do considering his inability to maintain good balance and perform basic motor skills with ease.
(And the hat? Ah yes, it was fabulous. Covered in black velvet with a large swooping brim, it donned an fall of mauve, creme, and white plumes gathered into a beautiful red satin ribbon trimmed with a matching mauve and tied into a decorative bow at its front.)
After spending a few moment's time attempting to position the pin jut right, he reached up to grasp the handle with a disgruntled sigh - perhaps in order to hold his balance - but it seemed that he pushed jut a tad too hard, as he heard an awful breaking noise, followed by an unexpected loss of support. It was amazing, really, that he hadn't managed to fall straight onto his pretty face! The red-head raised his hand to look at the broken handle held within it, slowly registering what had happened.
"Oh, goodness. Silly me!" With a giggle, he stood with a flushed smile and tossed the metal piece over his shoulder. With that, he pushed the door in and strutted his wobbly, plastered self inside.
"The eye of day hath oiled its lids, my lovelies! Why are you still in bed~?"