Grells' first impression of the humans was less than flattering.
Then again she had been playing the roll of the clumsy butler to Madam Red at the time. They didn't think much of her either. She spoiled their already precarious plans, it was perfect. They fell for her act hook line and sinker, more often than not earning their glares. Having their eyes on her on anger kept them from seeing her with suspicion.
It was a typical day. As far as she could tell, until the hour grew late and her dear Madam Red wised to spend the night with her nephew instead of leaving. When the shadows grew long in the halls, she found herself wandering the manor. She often found sleep difficult, the ticking of the various clocks marked time that meant little to her.
Eventually she found herself by the kitchen.
The door was slightly open, at this hour the humans should be sleeping. She peeks into the room.
They were centered around the table, the young one, renamed Finnian by the brat, was lazily rubbing his eye as the other two spoke. All three dressed for bed but talking about something, but of course, heavy thoughts can keep anyone awake, especially humans.
"…it can't be helped o' course, still new to everythin' give your self time…."
Still new indeed, a sniper, war veteran and science experiment walk into a kitchen…
"Oh! Grell?" The maids' voice causes her to flinch, mostly from a automatic response to be in character around the humans. The poor dear also had a voice that tended to peek out on the shrill side. Not that she would say a thing about it.
She's waved in, almost happily, by Finnian. She mumbles, perfectly in character, and instead of the usual glares, they smile.
"Would ya like some peaches?" The chef has a bowl of fruit and when she enters the scene becomes clear, some late night snack, shared among friends. She ends up next to the maid. She's handed a knife and a peach, she finds herself somewhat dumbfounded.
She makes a show of clumsily cutting into the thing. Brilliantly, if she could add. Somehow ending up squirting juice everywhere and faintly cutting her palm.
Instead of the expected groans, they gasped.
Mey-rin had juice on her face but still reached out to her hand. Bard was quicker, his hands warm, the smell of three kinds of smoke and bread filled her senses. A towel was wrapped around her hand.
"Oh, it's not bad is it?" The other two fussed around, the chef calmly quieting them. This was completely unexpected. If not down right creepy.
As a shinigami she was highly indestructible, she was used to being rough handled, it was a show of dominance darling Madam Red was many things but her kindness was not why she was attracted to the woman. In fact it wasn't until that moment that she realized kindness was fairly unsettling.
In her confused silence the maid had found her way to her side. Twitchy unsure hands that in a moment could kill a man as soon as she breathed, but here, with Grell the clumsy butler, she was careful.
"Ah, come on then," her hand was washed and lightly wrapped by the chef, a man once guilty of choking another human to death.
The boy, capable of breaking buildings, was trying to chat with her, to distract her, keep her calm.
Kindness had tamed them into house pets.
Finnian cut the peach into pieces for her and she nibbled at them. She played meek, kindness was not on her nature, the fruit left an after taste in her mouth that match the strange melancholia in her heart.
For the moment they all played a part, acting. A maid, chef, gardener and butler. Not who they really are, but over peaches they pretend.