"Cmon! Pick already!!!!!" Grell thrust the bag into you face, impatiently. "Fine!" You stuck your hand in and grabbed the first item your fingertips grazed. "Wow... This is really well made. Look at that detail..." You marveled at the lawn mower figurine now in the palm of your hand. "Who's is this?"
"That would be mine, Love"
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Ronald Knox stood before you. "Shall we go, gorgeous?" He extended his hand to you. You took it an walked into the closet.
********************* "Ronald? Where did you get this?" You still had the figurine in your hand. "I actually made that. It was a prototype for my death scythe. I wanted to be unique." "The hair wasn't enough?" "Hey! I like my hair thank you!" You giggled at his childishness. "Ronald..." "Yes (Y/N)?" You shuddered. The way he said your name sent chills down your spine. You'd admired him for such a long time, but he never noticed. He was always to busy trying to get in everyone else's pants, but for some reason you still fell for him. "Would you care if I...?" You suddenly feel his perfect lips upon yours. You slowly flutter you eyes closed as you deepen the kiss. "(Y/N)...." He moaned as you started to kiss on his neck, undoing his tie and shirt buttons. You made sure to leave a big purple hickey there and stole his tie. The room flooded with light.
