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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]

[ A huff! ]

Careful, or I might go waving my fan at some other handsome blokes.

[ So she says, but she'll never be wooed by another while she's on William's arm, even if he never comes to love her!

Hanging her dress up, for now, she gives something of a sigh. ]

You're right, though. It would be too easy to find us that way, also. We'll need to change our names...

[death_glare]

[ Wouldn't those other men have a fun time discovering who Grell truly is under all that acting! Still, though he knows she's teasing, it still gets a huff back. ]

Honestly, at this rate it would be simpler to just use our ability to go unnoticed.

[untodeath]

That would be preferable, and we certainly can-- but we'll certainly need to interact on Rosalind's behalf, from time to time.

[ Ah, she's so tempted to scoop the little dear up, but she's fast asleep. Looks like William will be stuck with her attention instead.

Turning to him, she reaches out to fiddle with his tie. ]

What name did you use for the ticket roster, darling?

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[ Frowning, William shoos her hand away and adjusts his time, himself. ]

Thomas Weston, for myself. Gwendolyn for you. And, of course, Rosalind.

[untodeath]

[ It won't be nearly that easy! Folding those hands behind her back, she steps in closer to pout up at him. Without her heels, their height difference is the way it ought to be, and oh, does she love it. ]

Oh, goodness. We're absolutely changing those when we arrive to New York.

[death_glare]

What is wrong with what I chose?

[ Hey he thought long on those and it totally wasn't a last minute thing. ]

[untodeath]

You could choose any name in the world for yourself, and you settled on Thomas. Westin. Just think oh that, Will.

[ That pout just deepens! ]

And nothing about me is a Gwendolyn.

[ Suddenly, her brows tick, expression turning into devious amusement! ]

Although, I just might respond to it if you refer to me as Gwen-darling, instead~♥

[death_glare]

I am not calling you that.

[ Ah this flirtatious bickering is almost comforting, in the moment. Especially after the past few days being filled with packing and bonding over their new baby. ]

I had to think of something quickly and those were the first names to come to mind. What would you have me called, then? Or yourself?

[untodeath]

Then I might not hear yooou♥

[ At least she's given him fair warning, right?

Thankfully for William, his question pauses her advances for the moment, and instead, her eyes are drifting off toward the ceiling. ]

I rather like the name Glen for you. What do you think? [ Though, her thoughts stream onward. ] As for a last name... Page? Talbot? Valentine, perhaps? Hm.

[death_glare]

We are not using Valentine.

[ That just sounds way too 'Grell' for his tastes. ]

Glen is fine, I suppose. But I would still expect you to use William when we're alone.

[untodeath]

[ It makes her smile that he's accepted Glen, at least - but his resistance merely makes her wish for the surname more, alas. ]

Oh, but you'd sound so dashing, Glen Valentine! [ With an excited gasp, she grasps his hands! ] Rosalind Valentine-- so cute♥~

[death_glare]

[ Did he say he missed this? Yeah, he takes that back. ]

Calm down, you're going to wake her.

[untodeath]

[ Oops. Clamping her hands over her mouth, she fwumps into William's chest! ]

[death_glare]

[ William immediately pushes her back by a single hand to her forehead. ]

Go and get ready for bed. You're exhausting me, already.

[untodeath]

[ Briefly flailing until she gets a grip on his wrist so that she may pull herself away, Grell's cheeks puff with protest! Until she relents with a deflating sigh. ]

You're right. We ought to take advantage while she's resting...

[ Fine. FINE. With much sass to her step, she swivels to go around him, so she may begin undressing. Lucky for him, it's just the waistcoat, for now! ]

[death_glare]

[ Hardly taking notice that she's undressing right next to him, he crosses the room to look through his trunk for his pajamas. With them in hand, he moves to the bathroom to change, locking the door behind him! ]

[untodeath]

[ Hearing the lock turn, Grell can only roll her eyes. The urge to say something is high, but she isn't about to wake up their little one - so with a quirk of her lips, she relents to undressing where she is. Waiting for the bathroom would just be silly!

By the time he's finished, Grell will be be seated at the vanity, brushing through her hair while she watched Rosalind in its reflection. All of her cosmetics have been set out to her liking and she appears to be very pleased with it! ]

[death_glare]

[ When William reemerges, he'll be in his striped top and matching bottom. His hair will be damp and mussed, indicating that he must have taken a quick shower. And goodness it was nice to be able to clearly see what he was doing in there again! ]

Is all of that really necessary?

[ He asks, peering at the products littering the counter. ]

[untodeath]

[ Looking upon William requires a double take, as she hasn't seen him with his hair unstyled for nearly as long as shes known him. Endearment is obvious in her features, smiling with rosy cheeks. ]

Absolutely. It's how I've kept myself from looking like an outright monster this past week.

[ Closing her eyes, she runs her free hand down along the side of her neck, and along her bare shoulder! ]

And it keeps my skin so soft.

[death_glare]

[ Too bad her eyes were closed, cause she missed William watch as her hand trailed down her neck. Missed that slight quirk of his brow when she reached her shoulder. By the time she looks up again, his attention is focused on a jar of cream he's taken from the vanity. ]

And how much does these beauty items cost you?

[untodeath]

[ A true tragedy. She's missed all the fun and is left with the hard questions. Especially as Will has decided to reach for the most expensive one-- albeit understandable, with how flashy its faceted glass jar and shiny lid is. ]

Ah... Enough that I know they're to be enjoyed while I still have them. [ She admits with a defeated sigh. ] The things we do for love...

[death_glare]

[ He replaces the jar, pleased to hear that she's willing to sacrifice luxuries for the girl. ]

I highly doubt you need much of this, anyway. I'm certain you'll manage.

[untodeath]

[ She peeks up at him with her pouty little frown, uncertain what to make of that. Was he saying that the products were useless, or actually giving her something of a compliment? Blinking, she hums. ]

Well, I suppose we'll see!

[ With a gentle clearing of the throat, she twirls her hair up into a top bun. ]

Now then, it's my turn at the sink!

[ She will need to wash her face and squeeze in a discreet shave before she gets to that skin care routine of hers. ]

[death_glare]

Fine. I am going to attempt to get in bed without waking her.

[ From the amount that was spread out across the vanity, he's certain she'll be in there quite some time. May as well let her know he'll probably have fallen asleep by then. ]

[untodeath]

Fine?

[ Standing to face him, amusement plucks at her lips. ]

You say that as though you wanted something of me. Would you prefer to keep me company?