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A Note Or Two

[sometime in the night, two notes will be found under very specific doors]

Espio lad,
Come and talk with me.
-Thatch

My sweetest lady Grell,
I beg your forgiveness for my borish behavior and general bad attitude regarding your lovely person. Please allow me to have but a moment of your kind indulgence at your earliest convenience. I swear that I shall make it up to you in spades.
Forever Yours,
Thatch

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[That cake...it looks so very good. She's kinda salivating. Grell has little need for food, but she'll indulge in this--

At hearing her name, she looks up to Thatch. The pause makes her brace for what's to come. Marco has told her much of what makes Thatch tick in the worst ways. Perhaps hearing it from the source is best. However...]

How am I to know there is not yet another mask?

[he spreads his hands] You will either have to trust me or come to see the truth of it in time.

Touché. [Grell gestures for him to sit down.] Start whenever you're ready.

Family is everything to me, but outside of it, I am a snake in the grass.

If provoked I will strike without warning and my revenge is more suited for complete obliteration than instant death. I've come to accept this place if only for Marco's sake but if I could go back, I would. But I am dead, so I can't. My father and brother are also dead, because I am a fool and turned my back--

[he sucks in a breath and sets down the wine glass as his hand starts to shake]

--and I am still a fool because I'll continue to turn my back for my family, since at my core I love Marco. He is my captain and I will do anything for him, no matter what I have to risk or lose in the process.

[She can sense the sincerity, even if it could all be a ruse. Seeing his hands shake like that makes her up attention undivided.] I did always believe that vengeance should really be prolonged, and painful. [Nope, she won't deter him from that.]

I'm not that experienced with families, except from what I've seen of the DEAD, which is ironic, as I'm not of the living as well. [She picks up a fork and takes a piece of the cake from a corner.] Having family worth dying for is a luxury, and so many people are born poor.

Marco hinted as much. Reaper or something like that. [he takes a sip of his wine because he really needs it right now. He really should have been more drunk for this but-- this was really the best way]

I'm more experienced with family than death. [though honestly, he's had experience with both, but so much more time with one than with the other]

But you have a family now, aye? And I cant say we'll always see eye to eye and I've no doubt we'll fight, since that's the nature of families. But never doubt for an instant that I will fight for you and if anyone should cross you enough that you wish utter ruin on them, I'll destroy them for your honor, sweet lady.

He has a selective method of saying things he shouldn't. [She's gonna have to talk to him about that.]

I do, yes. We don't often agree with everything, however, I don't mind that. It's more than likely how a family should behave. [She takes a bite of the cake, enjoying the wonderful, fresh taste.] Marvelous~!

[She tilts her head to the side, smiling still.] Do I need a reason to bring ruin to my enemy, or could it be for fun?

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[If she doesn't know that Marco tells him near everything by now, he's not going to be the one to inform her--though he does grin at the compliment]

Thanks. It's been a while since I've had a chance to bake, but I'm glad you enjoy it.

[he cuts a fork into his own cake]

While I appreciate your sentiment for fun, my dear, I'd prefer it if it were a reason. We're guests in this place after all, and I'd rather not have the whole world against us.

[SIGHS and takes another piece of her cake onto her fork.] How boring. [She takes the piece into her mouth and hums.] May I ask why you consider yourself a snake? You could be a fox, or a cute rabbit.

[boring is it? He sighs inwardly.]

I'm not, though. At my very core I'm cold hearted and poisonous. [and sometimes he likes to hide in warm places and pretend he isn't]

[She chuckles, leaning an elbow on the table so she could rest her chin upon a hand.]

Now I definitely cannot and REFUSE to believe that!

You're one to believe in people's better natures?

[takes another sip of wine]

Of course not! But anyone who cares this much-- [She sweeps a casual hand to the setting, cake, and wine.] Must not be as they believe~. [She set down her fork to take up the glass of wine.] A snake may shed its skin, but its colors still remain unchanged. Marco will always be able to recognize you, because he knows your patterns. [She takes a sip of the wine, letting the liquid move over her tongue so she could decipher its taste. It went well with the cake.]

[he laughs, oddly touched. Though she is right. Marco will always know his pattern because his own is so similar] Perhaps you're right. What then would you call me?

[Grell sets down her wine and leans forward, looking around before leaning in more, rising from her seat. She beckons him forward with a finger.]

[it's a dangerous gesture, but when you've gone so far, you can only keep going forward, come what may. Thatch leans closer.]

[Grinning, and satisfied that Thatch is close enough, she whispers:]

I'd call you cute~! [WINKS]

[aww. She's secretly adorable! That wink!] And I'd call you stunning, but that is only a small word in comparison to the truth, sweet lady.

[he kisses her cheek and then leans back again]

Marco says you like Shakespeare?

That is very true, but your words are appreciated, nonetheless.

[Thatch being charming is something she could get used to.

She leans back as well, nodding at the question.] I do, but with Time Compression being a thing that happens, I'm lacking in my reading. [She crosses her arms, tapping a finger upon her upper arm.] There are a few authors here that catch my fancy and could sway this lifeless heart of mine, however, but they can't hold a flame to Shakespeare.

[Please. He's always charming. You'll simply fall in love with him that's all.]

Ah, well then... I may have something. If you'll excuse me, sweet lady. [and he bows at the waist before going into his room and coming back out with the complete works of Shakespeare in two volumes, that he sets on the table]

When I first came to Balamb, some gentleman had these. My roommate, actually. [or the only one Thatch could tolerate then] He was compressed away shortly thereafter but he left these behind.

I've devoured them, my dear, and now it is time for someone else to consume.

[Grell watches him leave the room before he returns with the two volumes. Once she sees and hears what they are, her eyes are wide like saucers and she starts...fondling the books.]

Could mine eyes turn befuddled by such a rare sight?! [She flips through a few pages, finding her beloved story listed in the contents list. She then closes it and looks to Thatch.]

Are you sure?

[he kneels pressing one hand to his chest]

Nothing would please me more, my lady. [he takes her hand and looks up at her]

All I ask is you enjoy them to their fullest and beyond.

[and he lightly kisses her knuckles]

[Getting this sort of attention from someone other that Marco is new. Gifting her with books, serving handmade cake, dishing out wine, and kneeling and kissing her hand... it's enough to make a girl blush.

Which she does.

Grell smiles softly at the gestures before nodding.]

I shall consume them with all of my being, thank you.

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1/2??? I think!!

I lied. 2/3

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