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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.

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[untodeath]

[ Well, when he does make it as far as her room, Grell will open the door before he has a chance to reach for the handle! There, she will step out to lean against its frame, arching her back to drape an arm over her head. ]

You've finally come to hit me, Will? Please, don't go easy on me♥.

[ It would also be worth mentioning that she's wearing this - and determining by the bare decolletage, it's questionable as to what's underneath. ]

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Yes. I did.

[ A long pause as he stares at what she is wearing. There is a pause as he makes a bemused expression as he gestures briefly as to what she's wearing -- with the book that he has in his hand. ]

You will behave yourself with few of those hearts and cease [ The book is up in the air before is swinging down to hit her on top of the head. ] with the nonsense.

[untodeath]

[ Yes, William, take a good look! Take it aaaall in. Batting her lashes, she will cutely brush that raised hand down the side of her head and behind her neck, rolling her shoulders forward.

Of course, that complacent attitude meets an abrupt end with the onslaught - and she flinches less than gracefully! ]

A-ah-- [ Looking up over her glasses with a pout, she rubs at the new sore. ] I suppose I could mind those few hearts, by giving you just one.

[ If she can manage it, she'll take his free hand to place over her chest - maybe even slipping it under the sheer fabric of her robe, to press over her heart. ]

I assure you, there's no nonsense here.

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[ He growls something under his breath as he feels his eyes narrowing in annoyance. With his free hand, he points his index finger in her face as he raises the book once more -- attempting to punctuate each and every one of his sentences with a swift bop on the head. ]

That is no way to treat your shinki. [ Eight hits, if he is lucky. Lifting the book up, he throws it to chuck it at the wall. To further his point by having the book violently slam against the surface. ]

We are not some lovers in a lover's den, Grell Sutcliffe! There is work and prayers and business to be done!

[untodeath]

[ Oh, she's not going to stop any of it, even if she reflexively makes an effort toward halting his wrist halfway in.

Once that's all through, her lashes flutter in a daze, and she clumsily rests her hands somewhere on his chest while coming to. That anger, though! She will be swooning over it later. ]

Oh, t-. To hell with these... Far Shore Folkways.

[ Closing her eyes, she gives her head a good shake, as though to right her cognition a bit. ]

Loving my shinki is the best I can do! [ Standing more upright, with an indignant cant of her head, she sniffs! ] We've been making good progress, in any case - but might not continue to perform as well, if that's all which we push ourselves to do? [ Patting that chest, as though affirming her statement, she raises her brow imploringly. ] Come now, Will.

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To -- to hell with their ways?!

[ He throws his arms in the air, not to bring them down on her head or punch her -- though, his hands are curled into fists. ]

It's giving up on order and rules! I don't know much about this world, but I understand a small bit of the rules that we are finding ourselves in! [ Now he swings his arm down to point toward the ground -- the space between them. ] Do not "come on, Will" with me! I have made it my job to ensure that you are a god supported and revered.

Difficult as that may seem, I will see it done, as I find that to be my duty as a shinki! Emotions and love... are pointless to that cause!

[untodeath]

[ Grell braces herself for impact when he swings that arm down... Yet, when she pries an eye open to peer up at him, she realizes that infliction wasn't his intention, this time. Only mildly disappointing, as he's still impressively fired up! ]

You've done very well with that, William! Yet I-- I still think your logic is flawed. [ She reaches out to cup his face, yet hesitates before she touches him. With a sigh, she instead draws her index along his cheek. ] There's unmatched strength and drive in the bond of love! They're wrong to say otherwise - or perhaps, they are quite smart and don't wish to see what fearful opposition it would bring!

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It would seem that you've gotten yourself drunk on some idea.

[ He huffs out an annoyed sigh, letting his shoulders sag with the loud exhale. ]

I said I would humor the idea of [ Lifting up his hands, he made a wide circle to indicate all that nonsense that Grell is speaking. ] but what you're saying is going way too far! Way too far, Grell Sutcliffe.

Fearful opposition, indeed!

[untodeath]

Oh, I don't think so. By fearful opposition, what I meant, is that they would have a formidable pair to worry after!

[ Grell will dare to step nearer, closing the distance between them. ]

I don't wish to scare you, William. [ Folding her arms to lay against his chest, she hooks her fingers into his collar. ] But, even so, this fear - this anger - aren't these emotions refreshing? The way that you bottle them up so...

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[ There is a very soft growl just beneath his breath. His eyes close as he takes a breath in. Slow, calming. He lifts his hand to rest it on top of Grell's head, lightly petting the red bangs and hair --

-- before he presses his palm against her forehead to shove her away from him. And with the same hand, he points at her face. ]

If there was a couch that did not look comfortable in this temple, that is where you would be sleeping, Grell Sutcliffe! As it stands, I should throw you out to sleep with the dogs outside!

[untodeath]

[ The petting is altogether confusing, and enough to silence her for the moment - up until the shout of surprise that comes with the shove.

Stumbling back on her heels, she knocks into the door frame with a thud! ]

But... Will! We haven't even shared a bed yet, to justify that--! [ Pushing herself up onto her feet, Grell's pulling on her robe to right it, when she halts everything, to give it a moment of thought. ] Nor do we own any dogs [ Maybe they need a dog. ]

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[ His arms fly up into the air in a gesture that reads "who cares?" because he certainly doesn't. The level of upset that he is had propelled him into a state of making unreasonable statements. ]

Find one to keep you warm! [ He punctuates each of his words with a jab of his finger in her direction from where he stands. ] You're sleeping outside! So I would also suggest warmer pajamas!

[untodeath]

Wha--

[ Warmer pa-...??? Grell looks down at what she's wearing, then back up to William with a huff! ]

Hey!! Just who has the authority in this place?! [ Puffing up to plant her hands on her waist, there's something of a pouty frown on her face. While she loves to be bossed around, she also treasures her beauty sleep - which she most certainly wouldn't be getting outside. ]

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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?

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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! ]

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[ 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!

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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!

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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?