[week 9][tuesday] grell

[Todomatsu has been hovering awkwardly in the garden for longer than he'd like to admit; he knows that Grell is there, doing...whatever--he's not watching her, that would be stalkery, he's just hiding in some nearby bushes which is completely different--and he knows that he's already made it this far, so he may as well rip off the bandage and finish what he came here for. ...Which is an awfully grim leadup to what is meant to be an apology! But admissions of guilt or wrongdoing are few and far-between in the Matsuno family, especially so when they're genuine, and the words keep sticking in his throat. Additionally, his feet keep sticking to the ground whenever he thinks back to the secrets broadcast the previous day, since being a professional(? hobby? does it matter?) serial killer seems kind of like a big deal?

...At the same time, being stuck in this place where 20 (and counting!) people have been murdered, the relative deal size of a couple kills don't seem as significant. It hadn't been a big enough deal to make him stop feeling (ugh) guilty, anyway. Plus, it's not even Thursday yet. Right. He can do this.

He steps out from his oh-so-clever hiding spot (since surely no one noticed a bright pink hoodie through any of the foliage) and walks closer to Grell, making plenty of noise along the way since at this point, no one on the ship really appreciates surprises.]

Uh--hey! ...I mean, how's it going?

[great open, you smooth talker, you]