The Guide to Everything
I've been sick as a dog this week. But I've also been brainstorming ideas, since I do have the time! This one was one of my favorites.
Chapter 10: Paycheck
No lock was able to hold Grell Sutcliff back, not even the one for William's office door. Grell proved this by bursting into William's office with a loud, cheerful, "WILL~! It's pay~day~!" Grell's face went from glee to confusion quickly, as William did not seem to be in his office at first glance.
"Will?" Grell asked the seemingly empty room. Then he jumped in surprise as the William puppet appeared from behind the desk.
"What do you want, Sutcliff?" the puppet demanded.
Grell brushed the puppet aside as he leaned over the desk. "There you are, Will!" he said gleefully. "What are you doing under your desk?"
"I don't feel that is any of your business, Grell," William replied, not looking up but wincing slightly as Grell sat down on the desk. "Get off my desk!" William said, using the puppet for emphasis.
"What are you doing?" Grell demanded again.
William exhaled loudly and muttered something that Grell could not quite understand. Grell asked him to repeat himself, but a little more clearly this time. With a groan, William said, "I've lost my glasses. Are you happy now?"
"Do you want me to find them?" Grell asked, clinging to the desk as he stretched out on the top of it. His feet were in the air and his hair dangled down, hanging over William like an obnoxious red curtain.
"No!"
Grell stuck out his lower lip, even though William could not see it. "Hmph," he said. "You act like you expect me to break them."
"I wouldn't put that idea past you," William said coldly. "Now what do you want?"
"My paycheck."
"No," the William puppet said for William. "Besides, he's gambled it away!"
Grell's eyes widened in shock. "You gamble, William?" he asked in a soft whisper.
"No," the puppet said, "but he doesn't want to give it to you!"
"Just give it to me!" Grell said, his tone now adopting a childlike whine.
"Fine," William said, crawling out from under his desk. Grell had to bite his lip to keep from squealing. William was very attractive as it was, but without his glasses, he was even more attractive. Grell wished he had his camera on him, wanting to take a picture of this rare opportunity, but unfortunately for him, he had left it at home.
William opened the top drawer of his desk and fumbled around inside it. Next to a quite dead looking Sebastian Michaelis puppet was the stack of paychecks. He held the checks a few inches from his nose in order to read them clearly. Around the middle of the stack he found Grell's.
"Thanks Will~" Grell said, taking the slip of paper, rolling off the desk, and bounding to the door. At the door, he paused and looked over his shoulder. "Are you sure you don't want my help?" he asked.
"Just go!" William snapped, throwing the nearest thing he could reach. Grell caught the object he threw with a loud squeal.
"I got the Will puppet!" he said, prancing out the door, waving the puppet wildly over his head. "It's mine now!"
Under his desk, William groaned again. What had he just done to that poor puppet?