Snippet #1344109

Excruciating every single detail in the long mirror, Grell waddled his tush this way and that, while placing a slender finger to his poised lips. Oh yes, he was beautiful. Long lashes batted in the reflection of the mirror, taunting him because they were fake. He hugged his arms affectionately around his own slender waist, squirmed giddily, and cooed in delight. Sebastian. Oh, how he wished that he'd swoop in through the window in all of his ebony glory and steel himself in his strong arms. Good enough to eat, he was. A soft blush coloured his cheeks. He sighed exasperatedly before chancing another twirl, watched as his crimson jacket flowed smoothly behind him and stomped out of the small room. All Shinigami's were granted their own flats in London—particularly to be close to those killed in or around the London area, especially naughty boys and girls who provided him with such work.

Fortunately, Grell had more than enough attractive people to bother and pester in his off time, which only delighted him. Sebastian wasn't the only demon in his heart. First stop was the Trancy mansion, who'd acquired some peculiar and delicious new staff after Alois' butler's disappearance. The small, blonde always delighted him with his coy smiles and saucy attitude—if he were any younger, he would have scooped the boy up in his arms and devoured him. Thankfully, he didn't really care about age. It wasn't important when you were as impeccably beautiful as he was. “The fastest way... would be, up there.” He murmured quietly to himself, eyeing the rooftops towering above him. Allowing himself normal transportation would only slow him down, so he stooped low on his haunches and propelled himself from the cobble stones. As long as no mortal being caught sight of his antics, he was safe to do as he pleased. Vaulting from rooftops as quickly as he could manage, he couldn't help but grin toothily. His shark-like teeth glinting. Spinning in the air, he landed quietly on his heels before throwing his arms out to balance himself. Perfect landing. He would have given it a perfect ten.

The Trancy Mansion loomed with a certain feeling of forbearance. He wondered curiously how Alois was copping without his beloved butler, he wasn't blind and could see the desire wafting from him in unwelcome waves—he too, had felt such feelings when in the presence of Sebastian or William, it wasn't benign to him. Clopping down the long driveway, he flipped his crimson hair away from his visage and adjusted his spectacles before winking into the sunlight. Alois Trancy. The words felt like silk on his tongue. Once at the front door, he nearly pressed himself against it while he knocked. “Alois Trancy,” He nearly sang, peering through the small eyehole.