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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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[untodeath]

[ Grell senses that might be what he's getting at! With a huff, her lips pucker off to the side, eyes closed. ]

I would say that is a precautionary measure, not frivolous.

[ Plucking Rosalind up off her chest, she moves to sit upright. She allows the child to get a feel for the bed, instead. ]

Glasses tend to get in the way of my eye makeup, in any case. I'll look cuter without them!

[death_glare]

It will be odd seeing us without them all the time.

[ Though it does make him take note of her eye makeup, perhaps for the first time. He'd never noticed just how intricately done it was. No wonder she was in the bathroom for ages before they left!

Watching Rosalind, William takes a seat on the bed beside Grell. She really doesn't look much like either of them and he absently wonders if that was cause issue. ]

What do you suggest we do for housing?

[untodeath]

[ With a tilt of her head, Grell's eyes fall to Rosalind as well. ]

Mm, well. I imagine it might be easier to find a flat, until jobs have been found and established. In a few years, someplace just outside the city would be preferable, though; a place with a yard for her to play in.

[ Now that William's sat down with the baby, she'll take this time to remove her coat, setting about to hang it up in the closet. Her shoes will follow - and, apparently on a roll, she feels compelled to begin on their suitcases! ]

Until then, I think she'll be content! Our little dear must learn to crawl, first.

[death_glare]

It will be expensive in the city, but it will have far more choices available.

[ A yard sounds nice though. Still, quite a few years in the future.

Scooping Rosalind up by her armpits, William moves her to the carpeted floor, placing her on her hands and knees. He then takes a seat on the floor a few feet in front of her. As he motions for her to come towards him, she stares for a moment, unsure of this new positioning, before slipping onto her side. ]

[untodeath]

[ Pausing to watch them, Grell watches with great anticipation as Rosalind balances on her limbs! There's a split second of dread in her eyes while the girl topples, but the baby's obviously fine! Hand cupped over her mouth, the redhead gives a pitied little laugh. ]

Well, I shan't be too picky on location, so long as it has a nice market I can walk Rosalind to, I suppose!

[ Speaking of... does that mean she'll need to learn how to cook? Dear Lord, help them. ]

[death_glare]

We will need to book a few nights at a hotel. That will allow us to explore the city and see where the best location for us will be.

[ He rights Rosalind again, who stays up a bit longer this time. ]

She will get it, eventually.

[untodeath]

Mn, good idea.

[ Grell can't help but merely crouch down where she is, cheek smooshed into an open palm. It's true love in her eyes. ]

You know, it's a tragedy that we didn't invest in a camera before we left.

[death_glare]

We will be there some time, I hope. We can invest in one, eventually. Perhaps at Christmas.

[ That gets him thinking, though. ]

We don't even know her birthday, do we?

[untodeath]

[ Christmas gifts would have her swooning - but William's question stops her just short. Face in her hands, she's left blinking contemplatively. ]

No, but from what I'd seen of her mother's Cinematic, I'd guess she was born late spring... I suppose a vague idea is better than none.

[death_glare]

Perhaps she's eight months, then.

[ They will have to pick an appropriate date when that time of year comes along. ]

When was yours?

[untodeath]

My birthday? Huh, we never did share that about ourselves, did we?

[ A hum. ]

August 2nd. Why do you ask?

[death_glare]

Just things I believe we should know, now. She'll want to celebrate ours when she's older, anyway.

[ The more birthdays there are to celebrate, the more cake this is to be eaten! ]

Mine was January 12th.

[untodeath]

[ Well, that has Grell beaming, actually. It's no secret that she's always wished to be closer to William, and it's finally happening - rapidly, at that! And perhaps he's genuine in saying that he wishes to know for Rosalind's sake, but it will be years before she'll ask. So, perhaps he's desired it, as well.

Setting aside the clothes she's been clutching to, mid-fold, she joins his side. Leaning against the bed, she reaches out to brush a knuckle down the baby's cheek. ]

Right then. What your favorite color?

[death_glare]

[ He hadn't expected her to move on to other random questions, but he supposes now is as good a time as ever to get to know one another better. ]

Blue, I suppose? It was never something that played a big role for me.

[ He turns towards her, giving her traveling outfit a glance over. ]

I don't need to ask you the same.

[untodeath]

[ Chuckling, Grell shrugs. ]

You might find that will change, now that you won't be so restricted in your palette choices. Blue would suit you, though. A nice navy.

[ Idly, she straightens a lapel of his waistcoat. ]

Do you have a favorite flower?

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I would be willing to try that.

[ Even for William, the black suit began to become just another part of the monotony. ]

Not particularly. Yourself?

[ Though he can wager a guess. ]

[untodeath]

You already know it's the rose.

[ She scrunches up her nose adoringly, as she reaches out to bop their child's with a fingertip. ]

[death_glare]

I assumed as much. Honestly, is there anything you like that isn't red?

[untodeath]

[ The redhead's gaze ventures wayward in thought. ]

Corduroy. It's unforgivable, no matter what color it is.

[death_glare]

[ If William was one to laugh, he may have gotten a chuckle there. ]

I cannot see you wearing corduroy, anyway.

[untodeath]

Well, thank God.

[ That gets a lopsided smile out of her, though! ]

I think I know your animal of choice, at least. Pigeons, right?

[death_glare]

Yes. Though I doubt you know the reasoning behind it.

[ He reaches out, letting Rosalind grip his finger. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a knit of the brow, Grell cants her head. ]

But I'd like to.

[ She mutters, resting a hand on the other's shoulder. ]

[death_glare]

[ He allows Grell to lean on him, his finger gently shaking Rosalind's hand about. ]

My daughter liked to go to the park and feed them.

[untodeath]

[ That has her falling silent. Lips working into something of a frown, she shifts about, resting her temple atop that hand. ]

You lost her, you'd said. What happened, Will?