Miss 𝓖rell, then. ( * though at ease, buzz of nerves linger. entirely superficial. even with the implications of her affiliations, gaining response. ) ... ? retrieval ... I'm hoping I'm not on the list tonight ☆
Grell Sutcliff, ( She leans to close the space. Hand to breast, lips curled into a devilish smile. ) Of the 𝒈rim reapers 𝗿𝗲trieval division. 𝓤nfortunate for me, I’m here strictly on business.
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..!! ( * at that mention, a bit of ease. from the assumptions that his façade of confidence was free to reveal itself in front of like—–minded people. From the hat which he hid behind; a lowering, before plucking card
( * though she is not stopped, with eye briefly darting to manicure, noting its sleekness, his hand is quick to replace it. ) I tend to get that a lot, yes. ✨️💧
Ah ah ah, ( Palm to his chest, beckoning him back. ) Four hours, remember.ᐣ What will the dispatch think if I have you tailing me like some lost puppy.ᐣ