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Will frowned behind his specs but still stayed quiet. "And then?" he prompted.
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"Uh, ur...and then..." The rest wasn't anything anyone would want to recall. Especially not when reporting it back to a guy like Will. With that in mind, Jet completely held back from explaining anything else.
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"Is that all you're going to tell me?" Will asked one she stopped, then looked to Grell who whimpered then looked away. "Would you prefer if I finished the story myself then?"
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So he does already know...? "But, wait. If you already know...why ask in the first place?" Jet queried, tugging nervously at her hair again.
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Will glared at the girl and folded his arms. "Tch, you're both hopeless. I was giving you a chance to own up. You're both withholding information from a superior, you do realise."
"We're sorry, Will! We just thought you'd be angry--." "I am angry." |
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"Alright!" Jet cut in with a sudden change of heart. "Grell-san thought of a good way to draw him in. And it worked. But then..." She then proceeded to explain everything (whilst avoiding going into the details), right up to the point when Pluto had pounced on Grell earlier that day. "That's...honestly what happened."
((I couldn't be bothered to write everything X} )) |
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((I was hoping you would because I forgot what happened xD I'm blagging it right now >_> ))
Will's face had adopted a nastier expression at mention of Sebastian as if he'd tasted something bitter. "You actually asked that wretched being for help?" |
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((Oh. Sorry. Can't you just re-read it?))
"I didn't like the idea either. But Grell-san insisted..." |
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Will glared hard at Grell who was whimpering. "I'm sorry, Will," he pouted. "But I really needed help..."
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Jet sweatdropped and directed her gaze to the floor. "Is this when he hands over the mountain of paperwork...?" She muttered to herself.
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"...I'd like to speak to Mr. Sutcliffe in private," Will finally requested.
"Ms Sutcliffe," corrected the red haired shinigami. "Mr. Sutcliffe. Now." |
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"Uh, right. Yes. Of course." Jet nodded intently before turning and dashing out of the room, closing the doors behind her. Once back in the corridor she sighed deeply and poked her fingertips together anxiously.
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((Want to skip? I don't know how long they'd be in there xD ))
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((Long enough for Will to have-his-way with Grell. We all know that deep down he's desperate to get with the guy! Yea okay then. I think that regarding the circumstances Jet wouldn't mind waiting.))
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((Haha of course...! >_> ))
Grell came out of the room fifteen minutes later with a sad expression and looked to Jet. |
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