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[death_glare]

[ If Grell had expected William to be oblivious to her activities, she was sorely mistaken. He'd come from his office multiple times that day, looking to have a word with her about proper office behaviour, timely submission of forms, and the coffee carafe from the break room, that she'd happily emptied but failed to refill. Each time, he'd been met with an empty desk, even though he'd seen her minutes before. And when questioned, Knox just brushed him off like it was no big deal - he'd finished his own work for the day and wasn't staying overtime, big plans for the evening and all that.

So, the next time William caught a glance of bright red slinking past the frosted windows of his office, he made an executive decision - quickly teleporting himself in the doorway of the office, appearing just before she attempted to leave... ]

And where are you sneaking off to this time?

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[ Grell huffs. Part of her wonders why she bothers sometimes - but the remainder of her shamelessly revels in it. ]

And for her to-- inevitably grow old while we cannot... [ She shakes her head. ] I cannot say why, but I would suffer it rather than be rid of her.

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Certainly, it is a difficult choice to make.

[ Putting his hand out before her, she curiously grabs at his fingers, trying to take one in her mouth to teethe on. ]

You are scheduled tomorrow, yes?

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[ Despite the ever present worry to her brow, Grell watches them with fondness in her eyes. Finally, she must force herself to eat that first bite - and her stomach urges her to continue.

Initially, she hums in confirmation, until she's swallowed down her food! ]

I am, yes. What do you have in mind?

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[ He can't believe he's about to say this, but if they're going through with this, then they need time to plan. ]

I want you to call out sick.

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[ Nor can she! The shock value leaves her snickering, which she must stifle behind a hand! ]

I'm sorry, it's just-- I never would've dreamt you to say such a thing...

[ Apparently, she needed that! With a steadying sigh, she reaches to take up her coffee mug. ]

Alright, yes, it would be my pleasure to call out.

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[ He'll frown at her regardless. ]

Nor would I. Though, I suppose it's nothing compared to what we're planning on doing. Which first, we will need to locate somewhere to stay.

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[ Her eyes brighten. ]

We're really doing this, aren't we? [ And with sitting just a bit taller, she nods! ] Mn, a different ordinance would be most wise, don't you think?

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Don't make me second guess this, or you may be on your own.

[ But he's said this much, it's obvious he's made his mind up. ]

Certainly out of London. Perhaps even another country entirely.

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[ Noticing Grell's excitement, the baby begins to babble along with them. The redhead chuckles a bit, reaching out to dash a finger along one of those chubby cheeks. ]

What of New York? With the influx of immigration and all that, I imagine it would be difficult to track us there.

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Hm.

[ He thinks on it a moment. It really is a city that suits both of them well. Plus with the abundance of housing complexes, they'd be sure to find something available to "rent out". ]

That should do nicely. Though we cannot teleport that far. We'll need to take a ship. One you won't go crashing, this time.

[ Cause getting hit by an iceberg was totally her fault. ]

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[ Well, that has Grell beaming! She had a brilliant idea - and even if she didn't crash that ship, that would be quite the feat, so why not be proud of it? ]

Perhaps Rosalind and I can do a bit of research tomorrow, mm~♥?

[ She very gently squishes that cheek between her fingers - which just prompts some drool to dribble out of that corner of the baby's mouth. ]

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I will attempt to pack what I can. We will have to leave most things behind. Thankfully, I have a decent amount in savings. I will need to get that exchanged if we're to purchase anything in America.

[ Should he be making a list? Gosh, he can feel the headache coming on, already. ]

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I have... some.

[ Ah, and she tries not to wince while saying so. She's never been very good at saving for long, not when there were shiny new things in cosmetics and clothing to buy... And now, she'll certainly regret that. She sighs. ]

Do you really think we'll manage this all tomorrow? How daunting...

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No. But, we need to get as far as we can. We can't go taking multiple days off. It will look suspicious. If only because Knox will go around asking everyone if they know what's wrong.

[ He should feel bad leaving the boy alone in Dispatch, but management couldn't possibly leave him that way for long. ]

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Ah, Ronnie--

[ It's only just registered that they'd be abandoning him, as well. ]

If such a thing does happen, we can use it to our advantage, however; I'd already made a bit of a spectacle today, after all...

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And when are you not?

[ Gosh, and he's willingly running off with her, too. What has this tiny child done to him!

Finishing up the rest of his meal, he blots his mouth off on the napkin Grell'd given him with the plate. Then he's quick to excuse himself from the table. ]

I trust you can manage tonight. You got a fair amount of sleep.

[ He pats Rosalind on the pet before exiting into the living area to collect his things. ]

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[ Rosalind tilts her head back to watch him off while blathering! Grell, meanwhile, rises to her feet. ]

Will?

[ Following behind him, she hesitates at the doorway to the living area. If he should acknowledge her, however, she'll close the distance between them by taking him into an embrace. ]

Thank you.

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[ The embrace takes him by surprise if only because it's so different from how she usually clings to him. The sincerity is so powerful that it even causes him to ease in his stoic stance, just slightly. ]

I am doing this for myself, as well as the two of you. If I can be a better father, this time, perhaps I can learn to forgive myself.

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And I hope that you can.

[ Grell says, once she pulls back to look at him properly. Even her smile is more sincere as she reaches up to briefly cup his cheek. ]

Whatever your reasoning, I'll just be grateful to have you. I know she will be, too.

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[ William keeps eye contact with her for a few moments before calmly removing her hand from his face. He nods, briefly. ]

I will come by once I've settled a few things. Noon, at latest.

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[ Ah, and how that gaze makes her heart jump! Grell is content to hold it for as long as she may, and her hand eases into his with a hum. She nods, in turn, lips pulling into a more proper smile expected of her character. ]

I'll be looking forward to it.

[ And right on time, Rosalind begins to fuss from the kitchen. ]

Oh, no one has forgotten you, my sweet! [ She fondly pats a hand at William's chest, before retreating to fetch the child. ]

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[ William takes this as his chance to leave, though he does quickly peek his head into the kitchen to make sure things are alright. Hopefully none of Grell's neighbors will be alerted to the child's presence by her crying.

The following day, William spends his time going though his belongings. Sorting out necessities vs things he can pick up easily, once they arrive in New York. There's a good amount that he can store in that little realm that reapers tuck away their scythes and work binders, but only things that can be easily held by hand will be accepted by the pocket world. They really will need to furnish a brand new home.

Once he's satisfied with his progress, he visits the local bank, cashing out just enough of his store as to keep the account open and appearing in a normal state. Then he hits up a local bakery, picks them up a bit of lunch, and heads to Grell's flat. There's a knock on the door as he waits patiently. ]

[untodeath]

[ It will take Grell a minute or two before she answers, but once she has the baby and her bottle balanced against her with one arm, the door cracks open for him to enter! ]

Oh, whatever that is smells lovely. You're my hero.

[ Nudging the door closed behind him, she gently bounces Rosalind against her chest. It's clear that she hasn't slept recently, but the redhead has at least managed to shower and pull up her hair properly! ]

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A few pastries and some coffee. I don't think I've ever taken note of how you take yours, so I left it black. I'm assuming you have cream.

[ The bag and cups are placed on the kitchen table before he goes and snatches Rosalind up from Grell's grasp. ]

How did you fare last night?

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Mn, that'll do just fine.

[ Rosalind blinks to, peering up at William curiously. Her little hand settles over the pad of his thumb, while she babbles around her bottle. Grell can only smile on at the two of them, endeared. ]

She'd fallen into a deep sleep for a few hours. Enough so that I managed a bit of a shower and a quick nap! [ She pauses to inhale the scent of her fresh coffee, before dumping in her sugar and adding cream. ]