[it's late, late at night. Grell has known since Tsukuyo's execution that she wouldn't be sleeping, and so she'd planned for it. wasting her time reading wasn't going to be good enough, she needed to be doing something - and in the viewport, there's supplies for embroidery. good enough.
she's left the door open, and she's working calmly by herself. her tea is still hot next to her, and occasionally she glances up to space while the outline of flourishes come into being. the needle in the fabric is methodical, and it's something.
of course, when she senses another presence, this late at night she doesn't hide how instantly she looks up and towards it. her hands still, and she watches almost too intensely to see who is coming from the dark.]
[ there's a squeak of surprise from the tiny figure in the doorway; the dark expanse of space doesn't exactly make for the best lighting, unless you're filming a horror movie. still, yuno sees those striking golden green eyes fixate on her, and her shoulder rise, her mouth opens, she betrays her shock. ]
I didn't think someone else would be here.
[ a truth. hesitantly, she glances behind her. ]
...I can leave.
[ her tone is sweet, soft: it's a gentle offer. yuno turns back to grell, long pink hair slipping beyond her shoulders. ]
[...oh. it's Yuno, and Grell relaxes some. Yuno, at least, she doesn't have reason to be suspicious of her. she's been a relatively sweet girl so far, and Grell knows her - it was only natural to distrust strangers. she also wasn't one of those insufferable ones who was trying to somehow avoid the aspect of death in this game. that's worth points, in her book.
so instead she smiles, and when she speaks it's with a gentle tone.]
You don't have to - I'm hardly opposed to company, especially when we both can't sleep.
But she didn't, and that's what matters. She was made to answer for what she did to that man.
[all's well that ends with the person squashed by a robot getting their vengeance from the grave, right? right...but Grell still looks a little sorrowful about it.]
However, I can't help but wonder. What mattered to her so truly that she would kill in pursuit of it? If she looked for that truth we were promised, or something else?
[ okay, so. grell was definitely not here when yuno checked earlier, but that's not a concern of her's at the moment. something about grell seems really solid, honestly, and she thinks that grell can withstand anything.
also yuno is out late on murdernight pretty often anyway. ]
[now she's there, not yet in her nightclothes, but she stands up from her desk to go let Yuno in. returning to where she was, her task is clear - removing the numerous hairpins that held her heavy braid up during that day. there's more than a person would think in there, but all are needed to immobilize her hairstyle for an entire day.]
I was rather hoping you'd come to see me tonight - it's quite reassuring to have a friendly face around.
It is, yes. If the pattern holds true, the one I'm not sure why everyone follows.
[it's a better sight, in Grell's opinion, but she's not commented on Yuno's fashion out of courtesy. it's not as though she has an alternative to offer her - but the change was sudden enough to be noticeable.]
Would you like to stay with me? At least until the trial.
[and she smiles, pulling out more pins. there's a small pile on the desk now, and she thinks that's almost all of them.]
You look adorable in nearly any hairstyle - it's something inherent in you, not your hair, but the right style highlights it. Does it make you feel better to know it's there during a trial?
Better... yes. [ she supposes that is true in a manner of speaking. ]
Thank you, though. I know it's a lot, but you do it so well... And -- [ well. the first compliment... ] It really does help. I like it a lot, so I really do appreciate it.
[ ... don't mind her as she picks up one of the pins to inspect it, also. ]
[all of the pins look about the same, ordinary and plain to suit their purpose. when they've all come out, she can let the braid drop before taking it over her shoulder to undo.]
You're free to ask for it on days that aren't trials as well. It's fun for me, so it's never an imposition - I trust that you'll tell me if you ever don't like it, too.
[because she hardly wants to send Yuno out to the ship with her not pleased with her looks.
the real question under her skin, she thinks it can wait, at least until she thinks the atmosphere is right for it.]
One of these days, when we have enough time, I'll do it in front of a mirror. Slowly, so you can see how it's all done if you want to try it for yourself.
[Yuno, she thinks, can make herself comfortable in the room despite the little it has - in Grell's opinion, she's welcome, so there's no need to feel awkward. the bunk she slept in before is made, the flowers in the room have changed but are still fresh, and Grell's nightgown is set on her own bunk to change into after she takes her hair all the way down.
she hopes Yuno feels a measure of safety here. despite her own skills, her precautions that Grell couldn't match in her own room, she hopes it goes unsaid that this room is a safe place. any would be murderer would be taken down in turn - that was her promise.]
[ if grell wants yuno to feel comfortable in her space, then her mission is accomplished. there's no reason someone who has helped her groom herself would have it out for her, she thinks.
... and even if grell did, yuno's confident and careful. she trusts grell to be the same. so yes, she wanders in, wearing a pair of plain slippers, and she looks around with a smile. yuno drifts toward the flowers, inspecting the petals, and then she looks back toward grell. ]
...I like doing it on trial days the most. [ there's the barest hint of a blush there; excitement or embarrassment? ] But I want to know, too. Maybe on a Monday. After the motives... everyone is relaxed on Monday. Nothing ever happens here. I could almost... [ live here? maybe. ]
[the smile on her lips says she can read the answer, but whether or not she agrees, she keeps to herself. since the braid's undone, she picks up the nightgown to go change - a swift matter, since she'd already washed her face earlier. just exchanging one dress for another, really.
coming back out, she has her hairbrush in her hand, and she sets the dress over the back of the desk chair.]
Well, I almost think there's another reason for trial days. But I won't make you say it if you don't want to.
Oh, that? I'd gone to the parlor to listen to music while I read - people aren't as fond of my music, I've found, so I wait until it won't bother anyone.
[sorry she doesn't listen to the latest hits when she'd rather listen to orchestra recordings.]
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week 2 - sunday.
she's left the door open, and she's working calmly by herself. her tea is still hot next to her, and occasionally she glances up to space while the outline of flourishes come into being. the needle in the fabric is methodical, and it's something.
of course, when she senses another presence, this late at night she doesn't hide how instantly she looks up and towards it. her hands still, and she watches almost too intensely to see who is coming from the dark.]
Re: week 2 - sunday.
I didn't think someone else would be here.
[ a truth. hesitantly, she glances behind her. ]
...I can leave.
[ her tone is sweet, soft: it's a gentle offer. yuno turns back to grell, long pink hair slipping beyond her shoulders. ]
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so instead she smiles, and when she speaks it's with a gentle tone.]
You don't have to - I'm hardly opposed to company, especially when we both can't sleep.
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[ a sheepish admission, colored with a cheerful sense of self-deprecation. when yuno approaches, she places a hand to head. ]
It was the right person, but she almost got away with it...
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[all's well that ends with the person squashed by a robot getting their vengeance from the grave, right? right...but Grell still looks a little sorrowful about it.]
However, I can't help but wonder. What mattered to her so truly that she would kill in pursuit of it? If she looked for that truth we were promised, or something else?
week 6 - trial.
[it goes without saying that no one else should be allowed to see this.]
week 10, murdernight, late evening
also yuno is out late on murdernight pretty often anyway. ]
Grell? It's me. Can I come in?
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[now she's there, not yet in her nightclothes, but she stands up from her desk to go let Yuno in. returning to where she was, her task is clear - removing the numerous hairpins that held her heavy braid up during that day. there's more than a person would think in there, but all are needed to immobilize her hairstyle for an entire day.]
I was rather hoping you'd come to see me tonight - it's quite reassuring to have a friendly face around.
[the why doesn't need to be stated, does it?]
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I wanted to know -- tomorrow's investigation, right? And then the trial.
[ grell probably knows where this is going, anyway, but she's asking with a bright smile. ]
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[it's a better sight, in Grell's opinion, but she's not commented on Yuno's fashion out of courtesy. it's not as though she has an alternative to offer her - but the change was sudden enough to be noticeable.]
Would you like to stay with me? At least until the trial.
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[ she really doesn't bat around the bush, does she. ] I want to look cute!
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[and she smiles, pulling out more pins. there's a small pile on the desk now, and she thinks that's almost all of them.]
You look adorable in nearly any hairstyle - it's something inherent in you, not your hair, but the right style highlights it. Does it make you feel better to know it's there during a trial?
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Thank you, though. I know it's a lot, but you do it so well... And -- [ well. the first compliment... ] It really does help. I like it a lot, so I really do appreciate it.
[ ... don't mind her as she picks up one of the pins to inspect it, also. ]
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You're free to ask for it on days that aren't trials as well. It's fun for me, so it's never an imposition - I trust that you'll tell me if you ever don't like it, too.
[because she hardly wants to send Yuno out to the ship with her not pleased with her looks.
the real question under her skin, she thinks it can wait, at least until she thinks the atmosphere is right for it.]
One of these days, when we have enough time, I'll do it in front of a mirror. Slowly, so you can see how it's all done if you want to try it for yourself.
[Yuno, she thinks, can make herself comfortable in the room despite the little it has - in Grell's opinion, she's welcome, so there's no need to feel awkward. the bunk she slept in before is made, the flowers in the room have changed but are still fresh, and Grell's nightgown is set on her own bunk to change into after she takes her hair all the way down.
she hopes Yuno feels a measure of safety here. despite her own skills, her precautions that Grell couldn't match in her own room, she hopes it goes unsaid that this room is a safe place. any would be murderer would be taken down in turn - that was her promise.]
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... and even if grell did, yuno's confident and careful. she trusts grell to be the same. so yes, she wanders in, wearing a pair of plain slippers, and she looks around with a smile. yuno drifts toward the flowers, inspecting the petals, and then she looks back toward grell. ]
...I like doing it on trial days the most. [ there's the barest hint of a blush there; excitement or embarrassment? ] But I want to know, too. Maybe on a Monday. After the motives... everyone is relaxed on Monday. Nothing ever happens here. I could almost... [ live here? maybe. ]
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[the smile on her lips says she can read the answer, but whether or not she agrees, she keeps to herself. since the braid's undone, she picks up the nightgown to go change - a swift matter, since she'd already washed her face earlier. just exchanging one dress for another, really.
coming back out, she has her hairbrush in her hand, and she sets the dress over the back of the desk chair.]
Well, I almost think there's another reason for trial days. But I won't make you say it if you don't want to.
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[ she's watching grell tensely, one hand gripping her wrist. ]
I don't know what you're trying to say...
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I'm teasing you, Yuno. It's a bad habit of mine.
[though now she wonders if there is another reason.]
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[ but there's a cute sort of agitation to her, like a disappointed puppy. there's no harm to it. ]
I'm sorry to show up on short notice, though.
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[she could show up in the middle of the night, and while Grell would have to answer the door armed, she'd still let Yuno in.]
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[sorry she doesn't listen to the latest hits when she'd rather listen to orchestra recordings.]
It'd be very hard to be a bother at all.