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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 notably jumps! ]

W-Will--!

[ Pressed against the opposite wall, she clamps a hand to her chest as she slumps with a sigh. Even at her most mischievous, she's more often than not had a very keen sense about her - but the reaper is visibly exhausted. Drooping lids, and circles under her eyes that concealer can only do so much to hide. ]

What do you mean, sneaking? I was just off to powder my nose, if you must know.