"Really though Grelle, you're making a proper ass of yourself." William T. Spears mumbled peering over at the gender confused shinigami to his right. Almost as if he was reading William's mind, Grelle spoke up:
"I'm not gender confused-I just think God made a mistake making me a man. There's a difference William." The red-head snapped impatiently thumbing through a dress catalogue.
"At any rate, I'm not sure how the Grim Reaper Dispatch Society's board of directors is going to take a cross dressing reaper…PLUS, you didn't put in a formal request for a uniform change. That damned jacket was a stretch…." William started impatiently looking from Grelle to the busy waiting room of London's best dress maker in distaste.
"Tsk, tsk, my dear William. I think a lady should always dress to impress, no matter the circumstances. Reaping souls or attending a ball so that she can dance with the beautiful Sebastian Michaelis…"
William's expression showed a bit of concern. Grelle blushed slightly and smilled coyly showing his sharp teeth.
"…But I digress." He finished nonchalantly as a robust woman of maybe thirty called his name.
"Ah! Over here!" He called eagerly as she quizzically looked from his name to the dresses in the shop.
He glared at her-Green eyes nothing but slits.
"Is there a problem?" He asked in mock sincerity.
"It's just…Sir, no offense…But…You're a man…In a dress shop…requesting a dress…for yourself…I just..." She trailed off embarrassed at her own lack of respect for the customer in her employer's store.
William Snickered as Grelle stood up to be taken back for his fitting.