Blake twirled the scythe on his horn, fangs showing in his sardonic smile as he the deadly weapon spun faster and faster. He was merely doing this for show for the whole office, who was now standing around watching him as he performed the extremely reckless feat.
He looked around, letting his eyes wander off his act.
Belladonna and Michael stood unimpressed off to the side of the luchen room they were in, Simon and Mary were watching silently through diligently as if waiting for an accident to happen to intervene and stop this madness. He huffed good-naturedly, they needed to relax.
Grell, however, watched in glee and astoundment as he twirled his scythe from one horn to another. Acid green eyes glowing, red-fire hair swaying as she turned her head to look at him. Coat swaying as she followed his movements with her lovely eyes, her frame jutting out when she thought he would stab himself by accident, concern scrunching her beautiful face. He smiled gently, and his tail wagged a bit.
His scythe trick was just for Grell to see, but other reaper's joined in on the audience, all captivated by his movement and especially the scythe he carried. Blake rolled his eyes, it wasn't much special. It was a black, obsidian scythe, scriptures and hieroglyphs engraved on it, and a snake adorning it's crest at the top.
He bit back a snarl. He knew the only reason they gave him that styled scythe was because he asked for it's design to be like that, it had nothing to do with the fact of being a rehab demon.
He decided it was time to end the trick, getting repulsed by the whispers and exclaims at his scythe. Being a demon and a shinigami wasn't the problem, it was the people who couldn't accept it and often acted shocked when learning of his status.
Blake guessed that's why they all made friends with Grell so quickly.
They all loved her, she was really nice and extremely fun to be around. She wasn't really judgemental much when it came to the species or status of someone. She had a fiery energy to her, a good trait in any person.
But, her uniqueness is what caught his dispatch as bleak and the workers all dressed in black, it was honestly like attending a funeral. Grell was a giggle in said funeral. If he'd know about her, he would have worshipped her sooner.
Blake knew Simon and the rest of the group liked her too and they were always looking for new members in their close clique, or how he like to address it, family. Who knew? Maybe she might join them one day. Blake smiled slyly. Who knew, maybe she might even get with someone in their group?
Blake's face heardened in determination. He'd solidify his chances with her, with a date request. That was if Michael didn't ask her first. He smiled at Michael, as he caught him eyeing Grell again. Michael shook his head away, leaving Blake to snicker silently. But he was the one asking her out first.
Determined on the new quest in his mind, he decided to shoot his head up, launching the sharp tool high above his head. The crowd gasped as the watched the weapon descend, sharp end heading towards Blake's head.
Grell rushed forward to stop it, getting her own chainsaw out to hit the blade away from the demon reaper. Reaper or not, it wasn't a pleasant experience to be stabbed by a death scythe. Plus, Grell didn't like the idea of blake being coated in red, it didn't suit him.
Grell stopped as Blake caught her scythe with two fingers and his own with the other two, He yanked her scythe towards him sending her flying up, watching as he jumped up to meet her and threw both scythes down.
The weapons landed upright and remained perfectly still, even as the two supernatural beings landed on them with a graceful one legged landing.
Grell and Blake both grabbed each other's hands and threw them up together into the air, a burst of clapping erupted in the room as the watched the audiences from their scythes. They looked at each other, they smiled together. After getting off their weapons and the crowd dispersing, Grell was met with William's cold dignified gaze upon her.
He sighed irritably.
"Sutcliff, I have 'reminded' you time and time again to turn in your paperwork the exact same day the reaping is done. The fact that the high council is here, will not excuse you from your duties, and furthermore-"
"Actually William", Grell interrupted him as she lifted her gloved finger up, opened her red coat and produced a manila folder, paperwork neatly stacked inside and completed. "The work's all done."
William stood stock still as he received the stack of papers in his hands, he was surprised. Sutcliff finally did his work on time. William looked up address Grell, only to see him fussing over the high counselor.
He sneered silently, a demon reaper. That was until he snapped back to attention, and realized that Grell was putting his hands on the reaper's face, tilting it side to side for injuries. He was half tempted to yank the redhead from the fanged man and scorn him for acting so crude around the higher up, only to be stopped as the other laughed at Grell's fussing.
"I told you, i'm fine", Blake said, chuckling as he took hold of the others petite hands and removed them from his face. "You all need to relax." He shot Grell a charming fanged smile, and Grell shot a shark-toothed smile of her own. William's lip curled in disgust, real charming indeed, damned demons. Dammed Grell.
William strode away bitterfully as he looked at the paperwork. All of it... Completed. As the stoick Shinigami entered his office, he carelessly tossed the file on his desk. He could look at it when in a better, clearer mood. There was no room for mistakes in this line of work, he knew that well and his concealed turmoils and temper would only get in the way.
He looked over to his glass door, hearing the clicking of familiar high-heeled shoes. He stared at the shadows passing by coldly. He turned to retrieve some other files to look at when he was stopped by a couple of voices, very familiar voices.
The demon reaper and the curly haired reaper. Blake and Michael. "...Maybe even dinner sometime?", they both said together.
Grell. "Oh, that would be lovely, Blake, Michael darling~!", the red haired shinigami said happily. He could already picture his smiling face…
William's eyebrow twitched. Lovely.
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