inexplicably high, inexplicably low

[brightred]

⌛ Who: Grell and OPEN!
⌛ What: sometimes your fiancé shows up and doesn't recognize you because the crau hasn't kicked in so you decide it's time to just get over him
⌛ When: april 5th/6th, and a couple more nights
⌛ Where: Yoshiwara bars to start...
⌛ Warnings: alcohol+sexual content


[She didn't learn her lesson. She should have, should have learned it a long time ago, should have learned it with Ann, should have learned it with every single day of work she's put in. But she hadn't. She'd let herself care, a few weeks of close contact with strangers and life and death situations, and she'd let herself get attached.

Stupid of her, to care about a foolish, mortal man with sad eyes and an earnest heart, who took her by the hand and said things like I love you at all the wrong times.

It's the time loops, she knows that. It isn't his fault someone erased his Cinematic Record, or maybe that that part of it was never recorded in the first place. That doesn't mean she isn't going to blame him for it, because if he really loved her he wouldn't have forgotten her, would have moved heaven and earth and time itself to be here with her.

She finishes her drink, she's lost track of how many she's had but it doesn't matter, she doesn't want to think about counting drinks, or anything else right now. She's exactly where she wants to be.

At the start of the night it's fine, she's not in a good mood but she's an actress, she can smile and flirt and strike up conversations with pretty people at the various bars she's visiting. She's dressed up, a hint of makeup, loose pleated trousers and a ruffled shirt, a bright red haori. She's charming, attentive, flirtatious with a flutter of eyelashes and a flash of sharp teeth in a laugh.

Later, she can't be bothered. She'll watch, make a decision, gesture at a stranger to get them to come over. If they aren't expecting to be forcefully kissed by a slightly disheveled stranger with smudged lipstick, maybe they should learn to read the room better.

Later still, or early the next morning (it doesn't matter, those hours after midnight aren't important) she's slumped on the counter of a bar, toying with a cup of something-or-other. Her red hair is pulled loose from what must have been a careful updo at some point earlier, her blouse isn't quite buttoned correctly, and she's frowning at her drink.]

Comments

[holeful]

[????]

... Reap me?

[brightred]

You're not a parrot.

[holeful]

Miss Grell... are you the Grim Reaper?

[HELLO??? IS HE TAAKO ADVENTUREZONE?]

[brightred]

... I'm a grim reaper....

[holeful]

[STILL... WHAT.... COOL.... HIS FIANCEE IS SO COOL???]

If I promise not to die will you let me carry you upstairs?

[brightred]

... don't break your promise. [She says, holding out a hand for him to help her up.]

[holeful]

[He nods and crouches to pick her up again!!! But this time in the interest of not dropping her he's just gonna put her over his shoulder.]

I won't! Ah, can I ask you to promise me something too?

[brightred]

[She clings! Don't drop her...]

No. [Actually... she relents, a little.]

What do you want me to promise?

[holeful]

[She can feel him wild when he says no... Maybe that's part of why she relents? Because then he perks up.]

Ah, I know you said you'd make me beg three times... but once I do, can you promise to forgive me?

[brightred]

... I'm not mad at you. [She mutters, sort of hiding her face against him.]

I just miss you.

[holeful]

[He opens his mouth to say that he's right here but something in him tells him to not because that's not the point.]

... I wish I could fix things.

I... I know it must be worse for you, but it makes me sad too, knowing I'm missing out on something... because you seem really great.

[brightred]

Mmm.

... I don't want to make you sad. [She says, quietly. It's an admission she wouldn't normally make, but right now... she doesn't want to make him sad. But she doesn't like this at all.]

[holeful]

[He comes to a stop in front of his door, pulling his key out of his pocket before opening the door.]

Haha... well, I'm used to it. I can handle a few weeks of waiting. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, after all.
[He's gently going to set her down. Hopefully she can still stand.]

[brightred]

[She stumbles a bit as he sets her down. She can stand for now, but--]

I'm going to lie down. [She tugs at his arm.]

Sleep with me. [She's drunk. She wants to cuddle.]

[holeful]

[Fukuda actually??? Flushes??]

A-are you sure? I mean, with the way that things are...
[He guessed at which "sleep with" Grell meant... poorly.]

[brightred]

... I didn't say fuck me. [GO TO HORNY JAIL HOLE MAN]

[holeful]

[YOU OF ALL PEOPLE DON'T GET TO SAY THAT!! Anyway he actually relaxes at this, now more than willing to follow Grell to bed.]

... Ah. Well, that's fine, then. I've actually been having trouble sleeping since I got here, though, so you'll probably fall asleep before me.

[brightred]

Probably. [She's already like, half asleep. She isn't even going to bother to like, get slightly undressed or even take off her glasses?? Just tugging Fukuda down next to her in bed. It's bed time.]

[holeful]

[Oh... Undressing her seems out of bounds but he will at least gently remove her glasses and reach up to put them on the table so they don't get broken!!!

He's a bit hesitant at first, but then if met with no resistance he will snuggle up to Grell. She still will fall asleep before him, but... for some reason, he finds himself falling asleep much easier with Grell next to him?

Anyway, how much has she veered back into tsun when she wakes up.]

[brightred]

[Grell wakes up with a headache, and has no idea where her glasses are. That's a problem, because without her glasses she can't find her glasses.

... actually no, she's going back to sleep. She's got a hangover to sleep off. No, she's not dealing with this.]

[holeful]

[Fukuda wakes up pretty early so!!! He will let Grell sleep in as he goes to get breakfast. So the smell of food will probably wake her back up. He's also brought a big glass of water.]

Miss Grell, you should have some water.
[Tapping her gently awake. He will hand her her glasses as well.]

[brightred]

[Fine, she's awake.

She sits up, taking her glasses first. She does have to sort of squint to actually find her glasses, because even as he's holding them out it's just a red blur in his hand.]

You really are a gentleman. [Is she... disappointed? It's hard to tell.]

[holeful]

[Blinking at her tone as he takes a bite of his breakfast which is just a buttered english muffin.]

Am I not supposed to be?

[brightred]

[Her glasses are on, and she takes a drink of water as she looks him over.]

Sometimes.

[holeful]

[Tilting his head slightly, but eh.]

How do you feel?