Grell's Cinematic Record.

[kissthegrell]

After 100 years of service, Shinigami are allowed to apply to view the cinematic record of their lives before they died and were brought on as reapers. Most reapers are approved. Grell never has been.

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[pushesupglasses]

William shuts of the projector with a click and carefully, wordlessly, winds Grell Sutcliff's cinematic record back into its reel case.

Quiet and seemingly calm as always, he tucks the case under his arm and heads back to his office. Grell's desk just happens to be en route, and while William would normally stop and reprimand Grell for the abundance of forms still on his desk, today he simply notes it mentally before continuing on his way.

[kissthegrell]

[Grell's humming quietly. He's admiring himself in a red-handled hand mirror, running his fingers through his long red hair. He's gotten some work done, but nothing that wasn't marked "Urgent: Must Complete By" and dated three days ago. He twists his hair around his hand, feeling it's texture and smiling.

When he hears Will pass by, he perks up, setting down the mirror and following him.]

Will! Oh Will! There's a new restaurant with pretty red curtains and I was wondering... Wi-iill, if you wouldn't want to take a lady. Humm?

[pushesupglasses]

[ William continues walking, ignoring Grell's nagging questions until he finally takes a seat at this own desk. ]

Sit.

[ He instructs, simply, gesturing to a chair. ]

[kissthegrell]

[Grell blinks. He wants Williams attention. But, what is this? Is he being scolded? Well, that's fun.]

Ohh! You cold stern brute! Have I been a bad reaper?

[kissthegrell]

[Grell takes William's arm. It's nice to walk by his side. He stays oddly quiet until they manifest themselves into Grell's apartment.

They open the door, and there's instantly a heavy smell of incense and perfume. The furniture, carpets, and curtains are all red. They're all beautiful too, high quality and well made. Individually, all the furnishings and decorations are well chosen. However, none of them match. The shades of red, all mixed, clash together. And, the designs are a bizarre mix of styles and eras. It's all good, but none of it works together.

Grell throws himself into a red velvet overstuffed armchair, and looks up at William. He doesn't say anything, his expression is curious, questioning, and a little helpless...]

[pushesupglasses]

[ William glances around the flat, taking in the sights, as well as the scents. ]

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. It suits you.

[ He hasn't ventured to far in, though. He still stands by the door, debating whether or not to remove his suit jacket. ]

[kissthegrell]

It's rude to hover in doorways.

[pushesupglasses]

Ah, I suppose.

[ He moves finally, taking a seat in a rather ornate love seat. ]

[pushesupglasses]

[ Morning comes, and William wakes rather early. Almost like clockwork. He takes a minute to remember why he's not in his own bedroom. Oh, right.

Gently and quietly, he rises from the bed, retrieving the silk pj pants and putting them back on. He then pulls the covers back up around Grell and goes to see if Grell has any coffee around. ]

[kissthegrell]

[Grell wakes up. William isn't there. That figures, he didn't expect William would stay. He sighs, realizing he's been used, expecting it. He feels sad, but it it feels... normal. He's used to not being wanted.

Then, he smells coffee.]

Huh?

[pushesupglasses]

[ William's got his head in the fridge, looking for something to make for breakfast. Traditional eggs and what not? Why not. ]

[kissthegrell]

[Grell sees him, but it doesn't click that it's William.]

DIE INTRUDER!

[INSANE FLYING TACKLE]

[pushesupglasses]

[ William is seated at one of the long tables in the Library. He's got a book in front of him, but he's not really reading it. Even though he didn't go with Grell to view his own record, he can still see it plainly in his mind, as if he really did remember being mortal. ]