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((Woop hammer!!! biggrin Gonna look great compared to Grell's scissors!))
"Will will have it confiscated if he sees you with it, like he did mine," Grell said dismally but then a spark glinted in his eyes. "...You need to go see Will, right? I'll hold it for you so that you don't get caught with it!" he offered jovially.
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((Hell yeah. I'm not sure I trust him with it though stare ))
"Ur...Well, I don't know. Do you promise to be really careful with it? I spent weeks customising it."
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(( xD I can't blame you))
Grell winked at the girl with a large grin. "You can count on me!" he stated emphatically whilst posing with his thumb up.
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((Hehe. I don't know how Grell could even break it, but I'm sure he'll find a way >.< ))
Jet reluctantly swung her scythe back round so that the head was facing Grell and held it out to him. "Careful. It's heavy."
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((I'll manage xd ))
Grell grinned maniacally and accepted the scythe carefully with both hands to show that he could be trusted. He bared his teeth as he grinned and looked up and down the weapon with awe. "I'll take good care of it!" he lilted.
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((*sigh* XD Grell's got a pal now. Someone else who likes tinkering with dangerous machinery))
Jet scratched her head as she watched Grell smile, wondering just how his teeth came to be the shape that they were, before turning round and wandering to the door of Will's office and pushing the door open.
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(( rofl Wooo!))
Grell began dancing about with the hammer and twirling it about merrily, mumbling excitedly as he inspected every little detail of the weapon.
William looked up from where he sat at his desk when the door opened and frowned at the girl. "I like to have my door knocked," he informed.
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"Well, nice to meet you too. Anyway, I'm only here to give you a few papers." She pulled a couple of sheets of paper from her notebook and wandered over to Will and handed them over.
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William adjusted his glasses before accepting the papers and glancing over them. "...You're the new shinigami?" he asked after a few seconds, peering over the papers.
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"Yup. Is that a problem?" Jet started twirling her long, silver hair around her index finger as she waited for Will to finish reading the papers.
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William looked back to the papers then up to Jet once again. "...Where's your scythe?"
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"With my things outside. It's...broken. I was going to fix it as soon as I found out where I'm supposed to be sleeping."
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William flicked through some documentation on his desk and handed Jet a sheet of paper with all information she would need on it, but as he went to speak, a loud crash sounded from a way away and the building shook.
"What was that?" Will questioned and stood, his brows furrowing behind the lenses he pushed up the bridge of his nose.
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That's not good! "Ur, I'll go check." With that, Jet turned and ran back out into the hallway, paper in hand. "Grell-san, what are you doing...?!"
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Grell was no longer in the hallway, however, but had moved to outside of the building where the crash had originated from. William followed after Jet and walked at a brisk pace.
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