Title: Ice Cream
Summary: Someone has eaten William's ice cream, and Grell is the one who catches the blame.
Apparently I have William and food on the brain as I've got a half finished one shot of him wanting coffee as well.
It was time for lunch, a time William T. Spears had been looking forward to all day. He was not usually one for sweets but that day he had craved some ice cream. He had brought a small container to work with him and kept it safely hidden in the break room.
Or so he thought.
When he opened the small ice chest, there was no ice cream inside. He looked again just to make sure. Then he scowled. Someone had eaten his ice cream. "Three guesses as to whom," he told himself as he stomped back to his office.
He sank down into his desk chair, wondering vaguely to himself if he had the time to fetch some more ice cream. At that moment, the door burst open and in bounced the redheaded thorn in William's side, Grell Sutcliff.
"Wi~ill!" he began happily.
William narrowed his eyes at Grell, certain that he took his ice cream. He was not in the mood for it. "Pay cut," he snapped.
Grell stopped his bouncing and stared at William, wide eyed behind his red glasses. "But Will, I haven't done anything!" he said, whining like a toddler.
"Demotion!" William said, his voice as cold as his tasty treat should have been.
Tears welled in Grell's eyes. He let out a howl of sadness and sank down on his knees, tears now running freely down his cheeks. "But William I haven't done anything wrong~!" he whined.
"You're fired!" William shouted, standing up and slamming his palms against his desktop. He leaned over to stare down Grell, but Grell had flopped down on his back, kicking his legs and sobbing in earnest now. After glaring at him one more time, William walked over to Grell, grabbed a handful of his hair, and wrapped it around his wrist. He dragged the kicking, crying Shinigami out of his office and down the hall.
Halfway down the hall stood Ronald Knox. He cocked his head at the sight of William dragging Grell down the hall, then asked, "What has Grell-senpai done now?"
"He – " William stopped and stared at Ronald. The younger reaper stood with a spoon halfway to his mouth and a container of ice cream in his hands.
William's container of ice cream.
Ronald bit his lip, not liking the look on his superior's face. Silently, he was quite thankful his hair was nowhere near as long as Grell's. It must be quite painful to be dragged by the hair!
"Gotta go get back to work!" Ronald shouted, avoiding a lunging William. He dropped the container and spoon and dashed down the hall before William could seize him by the hair.
William was tempted to run after him but decided not to. He could punish Ronald later. Perhaps by giving him overtime. The younger reaper seemed to dislike overtime almost as much as William himself. With a small sigh, he stared at the spilled ice cream and turned back towards his office.
He nearly stepped on a sniffling Grell. "Clean that up," he told the redhead.
"Does – does this mean I'm not fired?" Grell asked hopefully.
"Don't push it," William told him. He then paused, his hand on the door. "By the way," he said, "get me some more of that will you?"
Grell's eyes lit up excitedly. William knew he'd probably never hear the end of this, and would most likely have to deal with Grell trying to feed him ice cream, but he really, really wanted that ice cream.