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[deference]

From: William T. Spears
Posted: June 19th

Why is the Internet like this?
I am highly disappointed in it.
Surely there is more to it than this.

Everyone can be much better than this.
Much, much better.
Honestly.

And whoever told my god about these cellphones, I would like a word.
Many of them.

Grell Sutcliffe.
I am publicly shaming you for your behavior so that you will cease.
Please stop sending me SO MANY messages.
And no, I do not like any of the emoji.
None of them.
Not one of them.

Comments

[deference]

Which one of us looks like they should have authority of this place?!

[ There is a moment when he adds a soft "hmm-hmm" after it. Once more, his hands are back up in the air. He's uncertain where most of his frustration is coming from but he doesn't feel guilty for any of it. So obviously, it must be the right course of action. ]

[untodeath]

[ Eyes traveling down William's modestly clad body, they then land on the skirts of her furry robe and matching heels. Welp. ]

I-- suppose that depends on what needs authorizing! [ Reflexively, she shrinks down a bit when those hands are in the air again - but then resists! Instead, she will raise her own arms. ] So, if such is the case, work out your anger productively, would you?

[deference]

I am going to pick you up and throw you outside.

[ A calmly spoken statement. ] You can either be wearing what you're wearing or change. I'll give you the chance to think about it. [ He starts tapping his foot against the floor, punctuating his words now with the tap-tap-tap sound. ] Once you cool off, we'll never speak of it again.

[untodeath]

[ There's a thoughtful squint, lips pursing off to the side. ]

Fine. [ Stepping back into the room, she raises her brows at him, mouth slowly working itself into a grin once there's a decent amount of distance between them. ] But I suppose you'd have to make me first!

[ Hiking up the length of her robe, she's prepared to book it if she must! ]

[deference]

[ He gives a small nod. Good, she is listening to reason-- ]

Make you?!

[ Who is gonna win this race? Robe vs. pantsuit? Either way, he's already taking a step forward to grab onto her, because she's made her decision! To be thrown out of the temple with what she has on! ]

[untodeath]

[ When William takes one step forward, Grell takes another back. ]

That's right! So?

[ Laughing, she leaps back toward the center of the room. Thank goodness the goddess' quarters are sizable! ]

Come get me, big boy!

[deference]

Why are you like this?!

[ His hands are making strangling gestures in the air between them as he breaks off into a short sprint to attempt to -- yes -- dive and catch her. ]

[untodeath]

Oh--

[ With that, she teleports away! Sorry, William, she can't give it up THAT easily! It wouldn't be proper. ]

So close! [ She calls, from her place perched on her desk, an elbow on her thigh, and chin in her hand. ] You should know better, darling~

[deference]

[ William may or may not have crashed into something very solid -- spoilers: he did.

He rests back on his butt with his glasses off as he rubs his face. The area around where his glasses would rest is bright red indicating where he hit.

His hand lifts before he makes a gesture and calls out -- creating a boundary to cut off the number of places that Grell can teleport to. ]

[untodeath]

[ Oh, that... looks like it hurt a lot??? Grell's grinning falters, hand drooping. ]

Will? Are-- you okay?

[ She's in the process of climbing down from the desk when he casts the barriers- and it takes her a good minute for her to process what they are. Bristling, her hands coil. ]

Hold on, just a minute!

[deference]

Hold on a minute.

[ So he says as he pushes his glasses back on. He stands and feels confident that half the room has been cut off from Grell running off. ]

Now, are you going to come quietly?