Lord but he was sore. Battling with that nasty scar-faced loser in the shed had been the last thing Grell had wanted - especially since it interrupted his night and pretty much made his effort all for naught. At least he'd been allowed to sleep in, which made his injuries a little less painful and his temper a lot less likely to explode. Seeing how he was starting to feel less and less like cooperating with the disguise he'd chosen now that Sebastian and that little brat were gone, it was a good thing he'd been allowed some time for his head to cool.
Now, as he was led out into the courtyard bundled up in winter clothes, Grell found that he was better able to slip into the timid role. He couldn't see Sylar out here, nor did he spot anyone else he knew with enough reason to be-- Ah, no, there was Sheena. The hotheaded ninja girl would likely bust his face open if he didn't act like he was 'supposed' to act. How annoying. With a sigh that could sound defeated as much as annoyed, Grell started across the grass, arms crossed over his chest in a further attempt to get warm.
It failed spectacularly, but it did allow him to spy a rather charming man sitting alone on a bench. The way his eyes watched the crowd - an almost unearthly orange color - was like a man observing a work force. They were cold, but not entirely disinterested and they did well to accent his beautifully tanned skin and the almost platinum silver hair. Grell lowered his head slightly, scuffing his shoe across the ground and allowed the motion to hide a smile. Today's target? Acquired.
As naturally as he could, Grell made his way toward the stranger, occasionally letting his shoe catch on the ground. Clumsy, distracted, cold - it all equaled up to him eventually tripping and practically falling into the stranger's lap. "Ah! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?!" Appropriate amounts of worry and fear mixed in gave Grell a chance to see his face a little closer. Definitely a looker. Lucky him~ "I didn't harm you, did I? Oh, blast me! I'm so, so sorry!"
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Now, as he was led out into the courtyard bundled up in winter clothes, Grell found that he was better able to slip into the timid role. He couldn't see Sylar out here, nor did he spot anyone else he knew with enough reason to be-- Ah, no, there was Sheena. The hotheaded ninja girl would likely bust his face open if he didn't act like he was 'supposed' to act. How annoying. With a sigh that could sound defeated as much as annoyed, Grell started across the grass, arms crossed over his chest in a further attempt to get warm.
It failed spectacularly, but it did allow him to spy a rather charming man sitting alone on a bench. The way his eyes watched the crowd - an almost unearthly orange color - was like a man observing a work force. They were cold, but not entirely disinterested and they did well to accent his beautifully tanned skin and the almost platinum silver hair. Grell lowered his head slightly, scuffing his shoe across the ground and allowed the motion to hide a smile. Today's target? Acquired.
As naturally as he could, Grell made his way toward the stranger, occasionally letting his shoe catch on the ground. Clumsy, distracted, cold - it all equaled up to him eventually tripping and practically falling into the stranger's lap. "Ah! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?!" Appropriate amounts of worry and fear mixed in gave Grell a chance to see his face a little closer. Definitely a looker. Lucky him~ "I didn't harm you, did I? Oh, blast me! I'm so, so sorry!"