So I ship Grilo as a family kind of situation, as well as a romantic relationship. This is a bit of the former. I don't own Graverobber, Shilo, or Repo! Lionsgate Films does. Please enjoy!
Graverobber perched in Shilo's window of the Wallaces' mansion and scoffed at the lights searching for him. They'd never find him here. And they wouldn't get Shilo either. Over his dead, Zydrate-extracted body.
Shilo snuck up behind him and buried her head under his arm. He couldn't help but smile. She was so pathetically innocent it was kind of adorable. At the same time, he felt an obligation in his normal heart…something he hadn't felt in a long time. Oddly enough, he liked it.
"Hey, kid, what's up?" he asked gently, scooping her up into his lap. Shilo didn't say a word, and Graverobber placed his hand on her pixie-cut hair to smooth it out. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her so close against him, and he opened his eyes in panic when he felt her fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons.
"Shilo. What are you doing?" he asked, surprise painting his tone. Shilo wriggled off his lap and stood up, her borrowed heels clacking against the hardwood floor. She straightened up and Graverobber had to work to keep his jaw from dropping. Shilo was dressed in a dominatrix outfit, a black leather and chain-adorned number that looked sad hanging off her thin frame and reminded him too much of Amber's would-be seduction attempt.
"Amber dresses like this, and you like her. Don't you like me?" Shilo said quietly, and Graverobber felt a pang of guilt and pity. He hadn't wanted Shilo to get anywhere near Amber Sweet, and when Amber ambushed him in Zydrate Alley, he had wanted to hit Amber with an overdose of Z. Even now, as the head of GeneCo, Amber was the one who ordered the hit on him.
"Shilo, I don't like Amber. Not like that," he said carefully. "I don't like her at all."
"But when she dresses like this you like it. If I dress like her and act like her, will you like me more?" She was honestly confused, and Graverobber held out his arms again.
"Come here," he said. Shilo pulled off Blind Mag's heels, almost wobbling over, and she crawled back into his embrace.
"Amber's not a decent person," Graverobber told her. "You're not like Amber at all."
"But I saw you," Shilo protested. "She dressed up like this…I found this outfit in a pile of trash…"
"That's exactly what it is, Shi. Trash," he said anxiously. But Shilo would not be swayed.
"You liked it," she accused. "When Amber was dressed like this, you liked it. You were panting, and she started doing this." She wriggled out of his embrace once more and to Graverobber's horror, she started grinding against the wall.
"No!" he shouted, pulling her against him. "No. Shi…don't do that. Please don't ever do that." He held her closer, hating the stark contrast of the leather against her skin.
"Okay," Shilo said innocently, and continued to hug him. Graverobber relaxed a bit. Sure, he wasn't a sentimental kind of guy, but there was just something about Shilo Wallace that he couldn't ignore.