☠Seventh Reel: Brooding [CLOSED]

[redcinemareel]

Who: Grell and Undertaker
Where: The Golden Rapier, in Undertaker's work area
When: After Izanami eating Humble Pie makes a stupid post.
What: Grell has a few things to discuss at first.
Warnings: Probably PG13 to be safe, because of reapers.
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

After attempting to clarify things with Izanami, and failing (not on her part, of course), Grell decided to pay a visit to Undertaker. She didn't bother with walking, however, and simply appeared in a dark corner. Her presence would be easily known to him, more than likely. The area was still as macabre as the last she saw it, but something was off.

They stocked this place with much more than what was left, and while she didn't know how fast Undertaker worked, there should have been...more.

She made a curious sound while looking around. So very odd...

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[redcinemareel]

Grell smiled softly, her eyes sliding closed at the affectionate nuzzle, before things started to tilt and then that fwump. It wasn't very graceful or romantic! Of course, she grabbed onto him while they fell, more out freaking out because they were falling sideways.

"Give some sort of warning!" Although she pouted angrily, Grell didn't turn down the opportunity to have a kiss stolen from her.

[intostitches]

Undertaker paid little mind to her fussing, in favor of that kiss - a soft, yet heated embrace of their lips. With Grell's consent then, he wouldn't hesitate to tighten his embrace around her - pull her body closer and take hold of her jaw, as he slowly, precisely drew his tongue along the part of her mouth.

For as aggravating as he could be, perhaps the old man had a few redeeming qualities, as well.