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Cold wind whistled through the trees, leaves rustling in its wake && the loose ends of his overcoat stirring right behind him like something that was half-alive. And out the distance he stared, features partly lurking beneath a hood of shadows projected by long, unruly ashen bangs, nothing short of the ordinary for him.

Mortals were easy to give into desire, their wants becoming needs and needs becoming wants. This was something many that lived the way of immortality learned in their time. In the end the more malicious of creatures tended to abuse this fact, making mortals go deeper down their personal rabbit holes. Today was no different. The last of a once proud noble family had been trying to demand a desire of power, getting it before soon being snuffed out by the creature they made a deal with. The last of these nobles getting their neck snapped by a clawed hand grabbing by the throat.

    Extravagance. 

     Rather, the illusion of extravagance. Being sent here was all to keep up a front on his father’s end, under the guise of his father wanting only the best for his son. ‘You know,’ he had said, his hand hot and heavy on the back of his neck as he talked to his delicate, thin featured wife, ‘I only want the best for our oldest son and England currently has the best.’

     He hadn’t even spoken English. Not until he was thrown onto the ship with the English sailors and sent off. He hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye to his mother. He hardly had time to press a kiss to her check as she hugged him before his father practically kicked him onto the deck the moment a syllable of Japanese passed his lips. When he had finally arrived on English shores, the arrangements for his arrival were so hastily made that he spent a full night on the docks before his escort had finally shown taken him to the school where he was to stay?

     And all for what? Because he had found his father with another woman? An ugly sort of woman who had enough money to get fashionably fat, he hadn’t seen why his father would have been between her thighs rather than his own wife who was still a very young looking woman. Yet it had caused such a stir that now he can’t even be at home with his sisters and brothers and his mother, and instead he’s in some school learning greek and latin and mathematics and whatever nonsense when he can hardly conjugate English.

     The boys who know him have been taking to dumping water on him lately, scrubbing at his face and arms with rough cloths, mocking the fact that his skin looked constant speckled with grime and dirt thanks to his freckles. It wasn’t his fault he had more spots then a leopard, but they were making it his fault. He’s just gotten away from them, once again, trying to find an isolated spot on the grounds where he can dry off. 

     He tries shaking out his hair to get it to dry back to the darkish brown it normally was, noticing to late that there was someone else rather close by, the auburn color of their hair catching his eye as he shook out his own.

     “Ah, Scusami. sei bagnato?”

     He bites his cheek for a second, before trying again, slowly and in a hesitant voice.

Demons and reapers never got along and although Hannah liked to think of herself as the expection to many of the demon sterotypes, she wasn't any different in this way. So when faced with the appearance of a reaper, it was no surprise that she was weary.

The last thing she wanted was a fight and though she was decently strong, it wouldn't be so easy to defend herself against one of their kind.

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So quietly had the reaper snuck up on the songstress, who sucks in a deep breath as she rises to the tips of her toes, practically levitating off the ground and right into Grelle’s embrace. Like a jack rabbit, that doodle heart races around the toon’s ribcage wild and untamed, settling only when she recognizes the scarlet locks pouring over her shoulders. 

WHEW.

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Grell had a talent of saying things so confidently that they would nearly fly past him. Nearly. Maybe if he was a little bit more distracted, he would’ve just let it slide. Sebastian currently had his brows furrowed as he was focused on whipping the batter of tonight’s cake; the young master was putting on a ball tonight (rather against his will, but throwing it nonetheless), and of course he waited until the last minute to request the most extravagant cake he could think of, and of course it was in his orders to take things one step at a time like a human.

    Of all the people to have shown up out of nowhere & through the window, it just had to have been Grelle. The child rolling his eye at the dramatic entrance from the other as well as the boisterous shout of her arrival. If anyone could make their presence known, it was definitely the red reaper clad in his deceased aunt’s coat draping off the reaper’s arms--far too small to fully fit her bigger frame. A comment he could make about the other in general, but chooses to stay tight lipped about the whole thing, no need to dig old things when it was already long since over & dealt with.