``sense & sensibility ;; open

[William T. Spears]

this is stressful
oh so very stressful, oh so very stressful
on my heart
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If he never saw Sutcliffe or Cresswell's faces again, or indeed anyone within the faculty, he would be very happy. Immeasureably so. Rumours, they seemed to spread like wildfire even in the relatively quiet and gossipless - if you discounted a certain redhaired fiend with a penchant for chainsaws - shinigami district. Oh, he would never be able to escape this abomination now! William tried not to think of what he would do to whoever let it out.

He couldn't blame Naze - she had probably let it slip by accident and someone had gone and told everyone. It had even reached the ears of a certain Sutcliffe. That was what had probably gone wrong. He had heard - and now there would be not end to it. He shook his head and picked up the quill pen, but it paused above the piece of paper. Will couldn't bring it down. He had nothing to write to the directors. And he needed to clear this up before it got any further.

It has come to my knowledge

I had noted that

This is not a true

There has been an issue in

The department has brough to my

William gave up. This letter was to attempt to rectify the wrong that had been done by the 'rumour' and to try and regain faith. Obviously no such luck. He set down the quill and lent back in his chair, breathing a heavy sigh. Oh, this lack of sense of sensibility with shinigamis, would it ever leave? Just then - a tentative knock on the door. Oh, just what he needed. William sighed more softly and folded his hands in his lap, looking to the door.

"Come in."

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oh lord help me
if i never get to the bottom of this paperwork
i'll surely drop dead
tagged: opens
muse: lark rise to candleford
notes: so so nonsensual
template: (c) me!

[Grell Sutcliff]

He’d been standing outside William’s office with his arms crossed tightly over his chest for close to ten minutes, wondering fervently whether he should knock or just barge in like he usually does. After all, he had to act like this was not bothering him. Wait, wasn’t hesitating being unlike himself? If it wasn’t bothering him, shouldn’t he do as he normally does? But he also needs to be mature and show William that he’s alright with this silly little love affair of his. Ah, what a predicament.

Sighing, he supposed anything he did would be wrong in one way or another, so he resigned himself to timidly lifting a gloved hand and knocking quietly on the large wooden door. This was unusual of him to be acting so... reserved. Normally he would’ve burst through the door and proceeded immediately to molest display his undying affection towards his superior. He had to resist doing so now, however. He wasn’t entirely sure how to handle it. Refusing to give into urges was not something he’d ever been good at.

Upon hearing William’s voice invite him in, he fought back the Cheshire cat grin that threatened to spread upon the corners of his lips. He turned the knob slowly and entered the room, smiling almost innocently at the older shinigami. He had to do this. He had to make sure Will thought he was being mature about this. Perhaps he shouldn’t even bring it up at all. No, that would be impossible. Everyone knew. What other business did he have here, anyway? He hadn’t seen the Supervisor around lately, so he had to go right to him to display his “new found maturity.”

“Good day, Will-sa—“ he cut himself off quickly. Clearing his throat he corrected himself. “William.”

Moving further into the room, he kicked the door shut behind him and sauntered over to Will’s desk. However, instead of moving to sit on it as he normally would, he stopped just in front of it and placed his hands on its smooth surface. He leaned in closer, trying to hide the mischief in his yellow-green eyes.

“I trust you’re doing well,” he commented casually, unable to resist a small smirk. “In fact, I hear you went on a date recently.”

He knew this was what William was expecting. He couldn’t help this much at least. Jealousy was a terrible thing, and Grell knew it all too well. There was that nagging part of him that wanted to leap across the desk and ravish him show William who he should really be going on dates with, but he knew that wouldn’t do any good. He had to play coy. He had to make his Will-sama jealous so he’d come crawling back to him when he realised just how foolish he’d been to run off with someone else.

Yes, this was his plan. It was flawless. Perfect. This was the ultimate test of his love, and he would get William back, no matter what the cost.

[Kumo Kuuki]

Kumo was being well… himself. He couldn’t be much else. Strike that. He could be just about anything he wanted to be, and he tended to prove that on a daily basis. Today was another one of those slow paperwork filled days that the two thousand year old reaper couldn’t stand. He hated those days with a passion. He suddenly hoped that Inez wasn’t rubbing off on him. He knew that the other reaper loathed paperwork. His dark blue eyes narrowed as his mind wandered back to the growing pile of paperwork on his desk. He was usually pretty good about keeping up with his paperwork, but his sadistic side had wanted to be let out more over the past few days, and the maroon haired reaper never held back when it came to sadistic little pranks. They weren’t really little pranks either. They usually turned into disasters that the reaper barely managed to pass the blame onto someone else… probably the only known plus for being short.

The cat-eyed reaper was walking down the hall with his customary messenger bag when he spotted Grell standing in front of the Supervisor’s office door. The little reaper’s brain immediately started working up a plan – a plan that would involve the Supervisor and his visitor… visitors. A smirk settled onto the pale reaper’s face as he settled into a good hiding place. He only ever worried about Inez spotting him when he was trying to be sneaky. The girl red head reaper had an uncanny ability to sense those around her. He watched with interest as Grell timidly knocked on the door. He wasn’t at all surprised by the change. There were just some things that could be expected when dealing with the William obsessed reaper. The bow wielding reaper watched as Grell walked into the room. He immediately hurried over to the door and kept it from closing with a cleverly placed foot. He stayed like that for a few minutes.

The sapphire eyes of the small reaper were trained on the two in the office. He was waiting like a spider waited for its prey to be caught in the web. He just needed to time everything correctly. Even the smallest of miscalculations would destroy his entire plan. He had to wait. He had to wait patiently. He had to be like the sleeping bat that waited for nightfall. A small smile crept onto his small and fragile looking face as he waited. He would need a more sincere looking face when he finally burst into the room, but the smile was acceptable while he waited. The reaper instantly picked up on the line he was waiting for. He was extremely happy that Grell was so predictable. The red head reaper was at least predictable for him, but then most of the reapers around him were predictable for the over a thousand year old reaper.

Once the line about the date had left Grell’s mouth the small reaper pushed the door open. He bounded into the room. He was careful to keep the bag from weighing him down too much. He had some bad experiences when he ended up falling on the ground because of miscalculations with the messenger bag. He bounded past Grell. He turned to give the red head a demented looking smile before letting a small pout slip onto his face. He had made the smile so quick that only the red head could possibly have seen it. The older reaper didn’t worry about whether the red head was actually looking at him or not though. He bounded over to William’s side. He loved to bug the Supervisor. It was one of his favorite hobbies when he was bored. It was either that or hang out in the library and strain his eyes. His small and wiry arms immediately wound around William’s neck. ”Wi ~ ll ~ can you play with me?” The puppy dog face had already settled onto the smaller reaper’s face. He knew that the face would have no affect on the stoic reaper, but he was only laying down the foundations for his plan. He just hoped that he didn’t get kicked out of the office again before he was able to complete said plan.

[William T. Spears]

this is stressful
oh so very stressful, oh so very stressful
on my heart
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Well, if it was none other than one of the two redheads that were intertwined in his predicament. Will resisted the heavy temptation to roll his eyes, though they flicked to one side to relieve that particular habit. Instead, he tapped his fingers on the desk - either side of the quill he had set down - in a steady rhythm. Grell Sutcliffe sauntered in with a more relaxed manner than usual and it somewhat unnerved him. Something was up.

"Mr. Suctliffe", William's manner was quiet, collected. His usual, to be sure. He wouldn't let on that Grell's unusually quiet, seemingly unperturbed attitude. He had even neglected to call him 'Will-sama'. How queer. Will decided to let it slip and focus on the matters at hand - and, predictably, he launched into the very topic that the corridors of the shinigami district offices. William let him say his piece and waited for the predictable poutation. None came.

"Indeed I have, Mr Sutcliffe, and what business is it to you?," was all William managed to get out before a small magenta-haired blur bounded into the room and skidded over to his side. Well, if it wasn't one it was most certainly the other. The small director could have easily been booted out of his office like a paper ball if William had the nerve to face retribution at a later date. He kept his composture. "Greetings, Mr. Kuuki", he said politely to the ball curled around his neck like a scarf.

"I'm a little busy right now, sir", William muttered quietly - he had no need to be loud, what with the little director's face only inches away. He glanced at Grell over Kumo's shoulder, a warning look to tell him not to interfere to the point of embarrassment. Had he less control over his facial expressions he would surely have had some colour on his cheeks by now. "But since it is you, I can see what I can do, I suppose", begrudging as it sounded, it was all he could say. Offending could be bad for all involved.

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oh lord help me
if i never get to the bottom of this paperwork
i'll surely drop dead
tagged: grell, then kumo o3o
muse: ice ice baby - vanilla ice
notes: much more crap
template: (c) me!

[Grell Sutcliff]

A large grin had just started to form on his face, deciding his plan was going just fine, when Kumo entered the room and latched onto William. He could barely help the glare he shot at the much older shinigami. How dare he touch his Will-sama? However, he quickly altered his expression back to an innocent grin. He couldn’t show jealousy at such a crucial moment. Instead he’d settle for a slightly disgruntled smile, moving back slightly to rest his hands akimbo, trademark red coat hanging casually from just above his elbows. He gave a light shrug before speaking.

“I just though I should congratulate you,” he stated plainly. “After all, I’ve been trying to get you out of this dreary office for ages.” Too bad it was your secretary who finally manage to do it, he added mentally.

His eyes narrowed dangerously once again at William’s words to Kumo. So he’d amuse that pint-sized reaper, but not Grell? How was that fair? Grell made a mental note to himself to get a promotion. Maybe then William would show interest. He promptly ignored the little voice in the back of his mind that was laughing hysterically. It sounded rather like Undertaker at the moment.

Tossing a bit of his hair over his shoulder, he let out a quiet laugh, glancing over his shoulder towards the door. "Anyway, you seem to be a bit busy,” he remarked rather snidely, shooting a malicious grin towards his superiors. "Perhaps I should leave you two alone.”

He found it reasonably odd that he seemed to be catching quite a number of his superiors in rather humiliating moments. He had to admit, it was somewhat refreshing in contrast to his own nearly constant embarrassments. The idea of using what he’d seen over the past while as blackmail later on had certainly crossed his mind, but he didn’t imagine William would put up with such antics. Regardless, it was certainly entertaining for the red-haired Death God.

[Kumo Kuuki]

Kumo let a pout slid onto his face. He was the smallest of the three reapers currently gathered in the room, but he was the oldest. He was at a draw for the most childish though at the moment Grell was acting more mature than him. His cat-like eyes had settled on Grell for a second as he spoke. He was pointedly ignoring the other reaper tough. He wanted to mess with William. He didn’t have time of the flamboyant red head that was obsessed with William. He had thought about using both of them in a prank, but he decided it would be more fun to just mess with William. He was also extremely pleased that he hadn’t gotten kicked out as soon as he stepped into the office. He would have barraged back in anyway, but he didn’t feel like doing that. He just wanted to enjoy his tormenting of William T. Spears. He fought down a smirk and let his pout increase in intensity.

The cat-like reaper turned his head toward Grell at the last comment from the red head. ”Mou ~ you can’t leave, Grell ~” he cried with fake tears springing to his sapphire eyes. They shone with a mischievous light, but that light had been dimmed by his fake tears. He did want to torment William more than Grell, but it was always interesting to have the red head around. Inez was probably more interesting, but the pale little actor would settle for the obsessive reaper for the moment. He didn’t feel like looking for Inez either. He wasn’t in the mood to listen to anyone else speaking to him in the most formal way possible. It got on his nerves. He turned his attention back to William after a few moments of staring Grell down with his tear-filled eyes. The pout was still visible on his face, but it had more of a downward turn to the edges of it now.

He took a deep shuddering breath and wailed out, ”Wi ~ ll ~ make Grell stay. It isn’t any fun with only two people. I want to have fun with both of you.” The sadistic gleam in his eyes was muted by the fake tears that kept spilling out of his usually dry eyes. He could make himself cry when he wanted too just as well as he could make himself laugh. He also took pride in this fact. Tears was one of the fastest ways to get what he wanted when he wanted, and he couldn’t stand when he wasn’t able to get what he wanted when he wanted it. It drove him insane when he had to wait over more than a few minutes for something. He just couldn’t stand it. He bit his trembling lip, and he almost let out a yelp of fear when he tasted blood in his mouth. He didn’t care for blood. He loved sharp things, but he didn’t care for blood. Not one bit. Fear flashed through his usually fearless eyes, and he immediately let go of his bottom lip.

He tightened his grip on William’s neck, and he tried to keep his breathing even. He was terrified of blood and pain. Blood and pain went hand in hand, and he didn’t want to have a break down in front of the other two reapers. He just had to calm down and stop crying. Tears wouldn’t help anything at all. He took a few deep breaths and tried to focus on the sounds around him. He finally pulled himself together, but he didn’t loosen his hold on the Supervisor. He just let a small smile slid onto his face and added a little comment that he was well known for around the office. ”Don’t be so formal. It makes everything bor ~ ing!” He let out an annoyed huff. He normally would have crossed his arms over his chest at this point, but he just tightened his hold on the Supervisor a bit more to show his annoyance. He hated formalities a great deal. At least his current personality type did.