"What about it Will-kun? A feast underneath the stars. Just the two of us. How romantic does that sound my little bouche?" Grell chuckled as he trotted backwards in front of William. Will put his hand to his face and fixed his glasses in annoyance.
"First off, I don't do that with other men. Secondly, Even if you were a woman, you are the most absurd Shinigami on earth. You practically embody everything I despise. Thirdly, I don't date." He replied, snipping his sheath for emphasis.
"Your just so uptight." Grell wiggled his shoulders a bit. "How can you not help but embrace yourself with the beauty of love I can give you?" The red-head replied with a flip of his hair and a wink. To his surprise, William constant frown had a flicker of a smile.
"Beauty? You?" And with that William turned and opened a door, and slammed it behind himself, leaving the Shinigami of "love" alone.
I was stupid to think I could try convincing him, Grell thought. He adjusted his glasses in disgust. Grell walked along the outside of a park alone, thinking to himself. Many thoughts ran through his head, more than usual. The main one was, " I don't do that with other men." Grell should of said but to him.
He eventually sat down on a bench, pondering on why he didn't tell everyone the truth. This was something he always pondered on, but always deciding it was only because it would never change anything. It couldn't.
Looking down at his nails, long perfectly pedicured and polished, he also pondered why they didn't notice. If someone cared about you, shouldn't they notice what was wron- what was different about you? The shinigami thought. Must be because no one does care about you Grell, a voice in the back of his head whispered. No one cares that you're actually a woman. No one cares that your trapped within your own body.
"Ew, what is that supposed to be?" He pointed his figure in a quick gesture towards something that resembled a corpse. Grell sat legs crossed together on a dusty table, waiting for the mortician to reply.
"My newest client, shes been a toughy to work with, but she'll be beautiful once more." The Undertaker said, admiration in his voice. He laid his hands on what used to be her face, and stroked it, mumbling gibberish that the red-head could not understand.
"That used to be a woman? Poor excuse." Grell said crossing his arms too, angling his face upwards like the corpse had suddenly began to rot once more.
"Jealous?" He said still stroking the woman, a sharp ring to his voice.
"Jealous? Please, of what?" Grell said using his "acting" abilities to display a great amount of sarcasm.
"Well, you know. The fact that she can have all the men she wants because she's a woman." Grell looked down at feet feet. His started slightly swaying with a little bit of what he called anxiety. "You can't change that now, its just not possible..well unless your some freak with wings but that's besides the point. One day, you might be able, just not today. You're gonna be around a long time, just wait. And who knows, William might change his mind before then. He always did seem to lean that way a little bit."
"That's absurd!" Grell pretended to squall. "Why I never!" He continued as he began to "stormed" out. "Trust me, me and William's love will find a way! With Death!" Truthfully, the Shinigami thought he had never gotten better advice, it just so happened to be from the Undertaker.