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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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[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?

[death_glare]

I assumed you would be heading to bed, as well.

[ He looks down to where Rosalind is snoozing on the mattress. He's quite tired, himself. ]

Are you going to be long? I will stay up with you if the answer is 'no'.

[untodeath]

[ Beaming, Grell shakes her head! ]

Trust me, taking makeup off doesn't nearly take as long as it does to put on.

[ Picking up a small cosmetics bag and a few choice items, she takes William's hand to lead him to the vanity's seat. ]

Five minutes, at most.

[death_glare]

[ Trouble with this is, while the vanity's seat is nicely cushioned, it is most certainly only intended for one person. William hovers just above where Grell attempted to plop him down in the chair, bracing himself against the plush arms of the stool. ]

You are not sitting in my lap.

[untodeath]

[ Grell is positively baffled by this - until he explains himself that is, at which point the amusement in her features turns painfully wry! ]

Well, I thought you might like to get comfortable while I excuse myself to wash my face in the lavatory. Would you care to join me, instead?

[death_glare]

[ With a suspicious glare, William slowly allows himself to sit. ]

I will stay here. Go and get on with it, then.

[untodeath]

Right.

[ Affectionately dashing her fingers through his damp hair, she makes her way for the bathroom! As promised, she isn't long. Washing her face is an easy affair, and dashing a thin razor over her skin as a precautionary measure doesn't take much more.

By the time she's emerged, she's rubbing a hand over her freshly cleansed skin with a satisfied sigh. Leaning over beside William, she swaps out her cosmetics bag for her nightly skincare routine. First up, a rose water, which she delicately pats over her face. ]

Here, let me have your hand. You can try some!

[death_glare]

[ He's hesitant to giver her his hand, unsure of what is she just put on. ]

I already washed up for the evening.